we were born of blood and bone
pieces of jigsaws never seems to be fitting
waterfalls missing their endings
sunshine always going far far from their planets
and hitting, the small ones, the ones
we've long since forgotten!
so these missing pieces picked up in
the lonesome sand, we gave them names
and wished them the best of luck in the eternal
lands, hoping one, someday would write our names
wherever they landed.
somewhere far from here.
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 9:55 PM UTC
we were born of blood and bone
pieces of jigsaws never seems to be fitting
waterfalls missing their endings
sunshine always going far far from their planets
and hitting, the small ones, the ones
we've long since forgotten!
so these missing pieces picked up in
the lonesome sand, we gave them names
and wished them the best of luck in the eternal
lands, hoping one, someday would write our names
wherever they landed.
somewhere far from here.
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