He's damaged,
Unfixable it seems
What others would call
nightmares
Are his sweetest dreams
And sometimes
He takes his emotions
to
extremes
It's so blatantly obvious
When he finally
breaks down
And screams
That the world
brought him to his knees
He's a broken spirit.
And I just don't know
If my love
can mend his soul
Or if my broken pieces
Are enough to make
him
whole.
And if I use what
little I have left
To put him back together
Won't that just
leave me
In a shattered pile of emotions
forever?
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 7:44 AM UTC
He's damaged,
Unfixable it seems
What others would call
nightmares
Are his sweetest dreams
And sometimes
He takes his emotions
to
extremes
It's so blatantly obvious
When he finally
breaks down
And screams
That the world
brought him to his knees
He's a broken spirit.
And I just don't know
If my love
can mend his soul
Or if my broken pieces
Are enough to make
him
whole.
And if I use what
little I have left
To put him back together
Won't that just
leave me
In a shattered pile of emotions
forever?
I don't know the answers but I know I'm willing to try.
Poetically speaking, I'm unsure about the ending. Some constructive feedback would be greatly appreciated. Thx.
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