(Dedicated to my good friend, Sarah G. Though she doesn't know.)
We're all just broken people
Trying to fix our broken hearts
But the glass won't stick together
Once it falls apart
If we try to help each other
We slip and cut our fingers
And even if we replace our hearts
Still the old pain lingers
The only way our shattered hearts
Could ever be whole again
Is if we stood through the fire
For then the pain would end
YOU ARE READING
Every Single Day (2016) *DISCONTINUED*
PoetryWrite. Write because you must. Write because you can. Write so you can practice. Write because words can change people. Write. I have taken the challenge. Every day for a year (or as far as I am able) I will write a short story or poem. I'll post th...
