So damaged, we are...
The ones who say that they are perfect, are more so beyond repair.
Forked are their tongues, like of the serpent.
Through waves we connect, until we are deemed shallow,
Rained upon and wet but inside we are dry and hollow.
Some absorb a bottle so they put aside their sorrows,
Some cut away the pain so that they don't feel tomorrow,
Some pray up to the clouds, in faith that someone listens,
Some let time heal their wounds, some prey upon the pigeons
So damaged we are...
The ones who say that they are perfect
Have not lived their life yet for them to reach that verdict.
Don't listen to me though, for I am just a man,
Smaller then your interest, for I am just a grain of sand,
Like others on this beach who are motionless and bland
Full of corrosion from an ocean
Stranded with our hopelessness
As it washes us and our emotions up onto this barren wasteland.
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Tainted From a Broken Heart - Poems
PoetryWhen one has their heart broken one too many times, then they become prone to letting go the next person they fall for a little easier. Possibly they no longer feel or maybe they fear from it happening again. Emotionally numb or snake bitten, their...
