I pick up,
A clay doll from the ground,
I lift it high and see,
A broken face,
Smiling back at me...
I look around,
And find out to see,
More broken faces,
Smiling back at me, ..
I try to smile back at them,
Instead,
A tear,
A tear is all I had, to spare ,
For these broken people,
Whose smiles withers away,
Into pain.
What can I say?
For I'm broken,
My heart is too. .
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 2:10 AM UTC
I pick up,
A clay doll from the ground,
I lift it high and see,
A broken face,
Smiling back at me...
I look around,
And find out to see,
More broken faces,
Smiling back at me, ..
I try to smile back at them,
Instead,
A tear,
A tear is all I had, to spare ,
For these broken people,
Whose smiles withers away,
Into pain.
What can I say?
For I'm broken,
My heart is too. .
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