Nov 2021
Broken soul
Pick through the broken soul and wrecked dreams for the truths that lie between. Ages of our pain and sorrow sheltered in mental hollows. Caverns for our self pity and self loathing.
Firm through the broken soul and dispersed dreams for the hope that lies beneath. Buried glimmers of what-if locked away before they could be snuffed out. We protect the things we treasure the most by never letting them see the light of day.
But "we" means "me" and now you hold the key. Guard it tenaciously; my goodwill alone protects you from being cut. Broken hearts and soul have jagged edges.
@kiyyascribbles
at October 31, 2021
Pick through the broken soul and wrecked dreams for the truths that lie between. Ages of our pain and sorrow sheltered in mental hollows. Caverns for our self pity and self loathing.
Firm through the broken soul and dispersed dreams for the hope that lies beneath. Buried glimmers of what-if locked away before they could be snuffed out. We protect the things we treasure the most by never letting them see the light of day.
But "we" means "me" and now you hold the key. Guard it tenaciously; my goodwill alone protects you from being cut. Broken hearts and soul have jagged edges.
@kiyyascribbles
at October 31, 2021
