There are pieces
Broken pieces scattered in the sand
Overlooked
Unnoticed
No one really likes them
No one seems to care
No one picks them up
Unless they are whole
Perfect
Unscratched
She is broken
Her heart's in pieces
Scattered across the world
Overseen
Underwhelming
No one really sees her
No one seems to care
One picks her up
But she can't ask her to do that any longer
I am imperfect
I am scratched
I am broken
I am in love
I wish for you
Jul 7, 2019
Jul 7, 2019 at 10:00 PM UTC
There are pieces
Broken pieces scattered in the sand
Overlooked
Unnoticed
No one really likes them
No one seems to care
No one picks them up
Unless they are whole
Perfect
Unscratched
She is broken
Her heart's in pieces
Scattered across the world
Overseen
Underwhelming
No one really sees her
No one seems to care
One picks her up
But she can't ask her to do that any longer
I am imperfect
I am scratched
I am broken
I am in love
I wish for you
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