Is it the complete pieces of a broken heart or the broken pieces of a complete heart that shapes life?
Vociferous wails,
do you see it?
Pathos in pearls.
the sea seems to stream from them.
Mingling with muzzling rays reposed in the rain.
She'll shed one in joy
as old friends tear tears.
Used to sleep in graves now she leaves lilies and rails.
She stands above storms but is below the clouds, her friends still question how?
As she nurtures the ground.
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 12:58 PM UTC
Is it the complete pieces of a broken heart or the broken pieces of a complete heart that shapes life?
Vociferous wails,
do you see it?
Pathos in pearls.
the sea seems to stream from them.
Mingling with muzzling rays reposed in the rain.
She'll shed one in joy
as old friends tear tears.
Used to sleep in graves now she leaves lilies and rails.
She stands above storms but is below the clouds, her friends still question how?
As she nurtures the ground.
