I patiently wait for time to bring you back to me,
for the day that it sees me worthy of your own.

one day we can flee in a moment of bliss,
somewhere time will finally let us be alone and known.

the bones in my legs
are like shattered glass,
yet I am still walking
on these two shards.

How to become a poet:
Let someone rip your soul apart.
And in the need of mending ,
You will replace it with words.