We are
We are both broken souls
Ashes scattered across the desert
Being vehemently swayed by the raging wind
We are both broken souls
More shattered than the clay pot at my feet
More damaged than the rock,
endlessly being beaten by the waves
We are both broken souls
But i guess that's why we are perfect for each other
Scattered ashes in the wind,
settling down to form a pile
Broken clay pot pieces at my feet,
becoming one from whence they came
Yes, i know that's why we are perfect for each other
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Memoirs of Love
RomanceThese are poems written about the way people in love react to each other, encasing themselves in the purest of journeys.
