Look for the girl
With the broken smile,
Where her soul has been shattered, scattered.
Now search for the boy
whose home has been sunken,
His father's fists marking his skin.
and at night their demons tell them to end it all,
Go die no one will care.
When these two people come together
Something... Different arises.
No more suffering or loneliness saddens their shoulders
On the up hill climb,
There is an odd peace that is shared by these two broken souls.
They intertwine, wind, and close one another's wounds
With their own pieces of themselves that they have pulled together
To stop the others suffering.
Before they realize it
Something new is born.
Something pure is born.
And this thing is love.
It bound them together,
Kept them alive to live,
And prosper together for the rest of their lives.
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prayers for the lost.
RandomThese are a collection shorts, and poems for my friends who are lost and need guidance away from evil habits... enjoy:)