A broken soul,
And a broken mind,
Created in a broken vessel.
That broken vessel,
Found and broken more.
Then you found me,
Broken as well,
Together we slowly fixed each other,
But i wasnt enough.
You tore me down
To build yourself up.
I was broken again.
Then I met him.
He found my missing peices.
He made me feel safe.
A sea away, and worlds apart.
He put me back together,
He holds me together.
We try to hold me together.
I guess I love him.
I know he loves me.
Thank you,
For loving me.
I wrote this.
YOU ARE READING
Poems, Stories, Rants
PoetryJust a bunch of poems my friends and I wrote. There might be a few that cuss if your uncomfortable with that sorry. You dont have to read them.
