You knew you were torn apart.
So now, you're just killing time,
Wandering around.
Carrying what's been left of you.
At least, you said,
Broken things can't be broken again, right ?
You looked at me in the eyes.
With your childish smile.
And all I could perceive was divinity.
A pure soul, gracefully shattered.
Simple, yet so complex.
Where you saw deficiency,
I saw art.
