Fell to pieces today.
As I picked them up and put them back
I realized they werent exact
Some were me some were you.
Rough edges and corners broken
A mimic of me with little holes, every piece a token
Secrets unspoken, sacred truths and the path I've chosen.
You told me holes are where the light shines through
Colors that paint us are there for all if you let the light shine to see.
Nothing is quite as beautiful as you painted in me
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 11:30 AM UTC
Fell to pieces today.
As I picked them up and put them back
I realized they werent exact
Some were me some were you.
Rough edges and corners broken
A mimic of me with little holes, every piece a token
Secrets unspoken, sacred truths and the path I've chosen.
You told me holes are where the light shines through
Colors that paint us are there for all if you let the light shine to see.
Nothing is quite as beautiful as you painted in me
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