I once knew a girl who was a collector of broken things,
From the chipped porcelain jewellery boxes
And fractured photo frames
To me, the most broken object of all
She liked to fix these damaged objects
Because she saw the beauty that lay in them
And carefully she glued me back,
each piece held together by her love
until I was whole again.
(u.f.m)
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 2:00 PM UTC
I once knew a girl who was a collector of broken things,
From the chipped porcelain jewellery boxes
And fractured photo frames
To me, the most broken object of all
She liked to fix these damaged objects
Because she saw the beauty that lay in them
And carefully she glued me back,
each piece held together by her love
until I was whole again.
(u.f.m)
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