pieces of me
pieces of you
never to fit
a jigsaw of shards
so we cut our fingers
bleeding on the floor
through red and silver
our haunted eyes stare
back at us but
with a tinge of hope
which is the scariest thing
to see in someone's eyes
somewhere the shards come together
to show us tainted visions
it's only us
cracked and broken
hoping
---
fuck.
pieces of you
never to fit
a jigsaw of shards
so we cut our fingers
bleeding on the floor
through red and silver
our haunted eyes stare
back at us but
with a tinge of hope
which is the scariest thing
to see in someone's eyes
somewhere the shards come together
to show us tainted visions
it's only us
cracked and broken
hoping
---
fuck.
❤️❤️❤️
ReplyDeleteHello Anonymous, I love you too.
Deleteglad someone out there is still writing it like it is. hello, old friend!
ReplyDeletehahaha, man, I'll only stop when Google kills off Blogger :) Hope things are brilliant your side, man!
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