Put on display,
For all to see,
How broken we are,
And always will be.
Until someone comes along,
And sings a song,
Of life,
Of love,
Of harmony.
When the purest of souls
Try to make the broken ones whole,
but then fail entirely.
They brake apart there own heart and give a piece away,
To the broken ones
In hope that there heart will mend,
And someday learn to love again.
So the cycle starts again,
One heart brakes,
While the other one mends.
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My Poems And Rants
RandomJust A Warning. Some are VARY Creepy, some are really sad, others are just plane random. If you want you can put these in your books only if you tell me in the comments and put @FireStarBlood after it.
