Apr 2014
When all is certainly lost,
I remember that there is at least one person out in this world,
whose soul was made from the same ingredients as mine.
And you remind me of this every day that Iām sad,
when you offer me a piece of yours,
to mend mine that which is broken.
I remember that there is at least one person out in this world,
whose soul was made from the same ingredients as mine.
And you remind me of this every day that Iām sad,
when you offer me a piece of yours,
to mend mine that which is broken.
This poem is dedicated to my best friend, Rachel. I don't know who I would have become without her.
