Always.
Always
Just two little syllables
Dancing on your lips.
It's so easy. Isn't it?
To say it.
I'll always love you.
You'll always have me.
I'll always be there.
Always.
Such a sweet thing to say.
But, you know what,
I hate it
When someone says it to me.
Because trust me,
Every time,
Every time someone said it to me,
It...
Broke.
Like a chandelier
So bright one moment.
Call me crazy,
But I'm sorry I think
It's so much more beautiful
When it...
Drops.
When it shatters to the ground.
And you can see nothing but pieces.
Pieces all over the place.
They say, it's ruined.
And
Please call me crazy,
But I love to see those shards.
I love it when I see so many pieces
Lying on the ground,
Like a promise gone wrong.
They say the million pieces
Represent the million things
That went wrong.
But I think,
Nothing did go wrong.
You just said the wrong word
At the wrong time,
So now look at what you've done:
Now, I see no million pieces
When a chandelier breaks.
There are only six.
Six pieces that I can see.
And I swear they were beautiful before,
But call me crazy,
They just seem so much more beautiful now,
Lying on the ground:
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PoesíaI've made this for you for when you're lost and alone when you're sinking like a stone use these words, these pieces of broken soul, to heal your own. - this is strictly for awareness, I do not encourage anyone to do the following and if you stru...
