*Your kiss on my lips
Doesn't fit anymore
The spaces between our fingers
Doesn't complement at all
You caused my heart
To break into pieces
And now that you are trying to stitch it
The pieces don't fit anymore
The pieces won't fit anymore
Or maybe won't be completed at all
(Because parts of me, I already gave to you)
I may be whole again (maybe not)
But never the same
There will be holes and cracks
But I guess, I can still be functional
I hope..*
Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 10:57 AM UTC
*Your kiss on my lips
Doesn't fit anymore
The spaces between our fingers
Doesn't complement at all
You caused my heart
To break into pieces
And now that you are trying to stitch it
The pieces don't fit anymore
The pieces won't fit anymore
Or maybe won't be completed at all
(Because parts of me, I already gave to you)
I may be whole again (maybe not)
But never the same
There will be holes and cracks
But I guess, I can still be functional
I hope..*
Another raw poem. Just wanted to let my emotions run through my pen or should I say, keyboard. Haha. I'll revise it, or maybe not.
