Friday, February 15, 2013

PATCHING THE BROKEN


The things that has occurred
That I never thought would happen
Once again, a painful cry unheard
By a girl of a lesson never learnt

A dead seed should remain dead
A wilting flower would still wilt
Words flowed can't be unsaid
This torn up heart would break still

Lying on the floor, between down
By an unseen wave that came crashing
Still believing in being found
Wishing to be someone worth saving

Alone in a solitary corner
Still cold, worn and scarred
In the night, I said a prayer
Of having a room in someone's heart

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