I come to you broken and torn,
Wondering if you could put me back together.
I come when I’m all alone,
Hoping maybe you could make things better.
Don’t turn me away right now,
I came in answer to your call.
Don’t push me away so far,
I came because I thought you could break my fall.
1 comment:
As broken hearts go, there is a very important melancholy in every rift..that is dear..almost too painfully dear for every leaf in the wind... and your fluttering journey potrayed in silent sorrow, is truly a picturusque expatiation.
I only hope you have already realized that some skies like yourself, large and big are beautiful when azure...cloudless so to say..and look stained when there are clouds..so realize now that any cloud comes only to get blown away into another horizon by a stronger gale of life's "purpose"..and in a new perspective, understand that no cloud can stain a sky, vast and stable such as yourself..
A friend
Ram
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