June 19, 2018.
10:58 am
Lost
Searching around to calm my sorrow,
Not knowing what will happen tomorrow.
A lost soul weathering a violent storm.
A girl looking for arms, that will keep her warm.
Crying day and night,
She thought she could find the light.
By forgetting it all, giving in to healed scars,
But that night she became another lost star.
YOU ARE READING
Cassé
PoetryTo the broken that are struggling to glue their pieces back together. Cassé is broken, Guéri is healing and Aimé is loving in the French language.
