you and i
we're too much the same
we're little bits of broken things
pulled together by life's strings
glued with whispers
of love and affection
you and i
we're too much the same
we're abandoned seashells
on the beach
battered and pained
by unrelenting waters
you and i
we're too much the same
we're shards of a person
put back together
yet we know
in the back of our minds
no force can fix our brokenness
so you and i
still stay
broken together
broken forever
for perhaps
our brokenness
will create wholeness
when put together
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pluto | poetry ✓
Şiirthe space station hums with the early morning traffic, the wafting of coffee and fresh croissants filling the air. for the first time, you are not behind your desk, hitting your shins on the weirdly placed piece of metal, but strapping yourself insi...
