There is a certain Beauty in Brokenness
And Purpose in Pain.

as i walk down this lane
weak,
but strong as i can be;

empty as i can be,
but brimming with stuff i can't even explain

stuff chained to my frail body ,weighing me down
you still give me smiles on my lips i can cry on

to see those branches and roots
twist and fall among those leaves

i wanna spend a day by the river;
watching the sun rise over the horizon
and watching your smile as the sun rises over the horizon.

when the sun shines at your face
i do not know which is more beautiful-
the rays or your face

i can only see beauty in your eyes
they still amaze me
blank,captivating
drawing me in with every look,
dripping undefined beauty

I'm mostly never sure about anything,
but once in a while when i'm sure,

i'm mostly wrong.