My thoughts are broken,
shattered, crumbling into intricate spiderwebs
that stretch out forever..
Too delicate for my crude hands, my crude self.
So I hide them,
Hide them in the crevices of my soul, and weep.
Weep, because I can never make
Anything perfect, whole...
But maybe, just maybe...perhaps...
What's broken can be beautiful too.
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 11:37 AM UTC
My thoughts are broken,
shattered, crumbling into intricate spiderwebs
that stretch out forever..
Too delicate for my crude hands, my crude self.
So I hide them,
Hide them in the crevices of my soul, and weep.
Weep, because I can never make
Anything perfect, whole...
But maybe, just maybe...perhaps...
What's broken can be beautiful too.
