I meant to pen a happy poem But somehow, ended up with this same old song Heart in shreds Dry tears shed Overran with a fresh fload as a awake Been too broken to, again, break But, that's just a thought, I still break anyways.
Does the sun still smile? This gloom has lasted too long a time Does the stars still twinkle? No equation is, again, simple Do we still know beauty? Everything is gone dark and ugly We must all be a broken people
Weeping last only for the night Morning is going to bring a new reason to smile Though the night may seem to have lasted too long Surely there is always a new song We could either wait or Create our own options, which most often wrong.
I am broken You are broken We all are broken But if we treat the threads as a whole dress Not as single individual threads Then we are on the way to redress No more broken me Nor broken you Just a healed and mended people.