Where do broken pieces go?
Do they go to a place where unwanted things go,
Or are they collected in a bell jar,a muse,for few
Or are they tucked away in a photograph in the pocket of an old coat,
Or are they present in the bar,in elixers saved for another day,
Or do they lie in empty beds, spending nights with strangers
Or do they write,
Write of all the possibilities & could haves,
In the end,
They are broken pieces,
Pieces of something or someone
Pieces which were a part of a world.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
This is something new I wrote in a different style. If you like it click that "like" icon, and show some love.
Ps:
We all have problems.
No one is scar free.
No one is unscathed.
Be brave.
You are plenty. You are all you need.
PPS : It inspires me so much that people are reading my work , I apologise if my updates haven't been regular as I am going through some downs.
Lots of love,
XOXO
@TheVioletSaviour
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