Broken toys held together with tape,
A poor family just getting by,
No funds for a boy's innocent luxuries,
I stuck another piece of tape on,
And found my happiness among the parts,
But a man's happiness is not as simple,
My tape can no longer solve my problems,
Frantically trying to hold myself together,
As I slip away.
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Shelter In The Dark (Poetry)
PoesíaLate nights are notorious for the thoughts and pain which come to life. However, my late nights provided me with my safest hours. The following has been written in a state of literal darkness, mentally and physically. My thoughts came to life, and w...
