Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
bellis-tartPoems
I'm damaged like bruised apples, or broken glass and sometimes it feels like my scars bring me down a class I am tiny pieces held together with pieces of tape and this is all a mask I wear so you can't see my real face Can you be the glue to hold my pieces together can you be my ship to sail through any weather I am an addict without their helpful crutch 'cause I've never needed anything like I need the feel of your touch I am just a child who still wonders where her daddy was I know he didn't want me then just wanted to be lost in his buzz Can you be the glue to hold my pieces together can you be the one I can count on for forever I am hollow like the tree left empty by the birds I feel nothing but vacant just resonating your words these damaged goods are second hand at best they fall short of perfect to be left behind with the rest I am wounded like death soaked, ****** animal fur like the one who will never belong anywhere even her family won't ever want her Can you be my glue to hold my pieces together Can you be my ship to sail through any weather? Can you be the one I can count for ever? Can you promise me that you won't leave, ever? can you fix the damages here?
0
Apr 6, 2011
Apr 6, 2011 at 11:56 PM UTC
damaged goods
I'm damaged like bruised apples, or broken glass and sometimes it feels like my scars bring me down a class I am tiny pieces held together with pieces of tape and this is all a mask I wear so you can't see my real face Can you be the glue to hold my pieces together can you be my ship to sail through any weather I am an addict without their helpful crutch 'cause I've never needed anything like I need the feel of your touch I am just a child who still wonders where her daddy was I know he didn't want me then just wanted to be lost in his buzz Can you be the glue to hold my pieces together can you be the one I can count on for forever I am hollow like the tree left empty by the birds I feel nothing but vacant just resonating your words these damaged goods are second hand at best they fall short of perfect to be left behind with the rest I am wounded like death soaked, ****** animal fur like the one who will never belong anywhere even her family won't ever want her Can you be my glue to hold my pieces together Can you be my ship to sail through any weather? Can you be the one I can count for ever? Can you promise me that you won't leave, ever? can you fix the damages here?
bellis-tart
Written by
bellis-tart
Apr 6, 2011
Apr 6, 2011 at 11:56 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem