Sometimes I want to fold in my hand
Call it a night and send home the band
Take the loss, give up and check out
Bow down and give the devil his clout
He’ll give me wings as dark as my soul
Take my heart and fill me with coal
Furtive glances before a kiss
With those that matter I don’t exist
Words can be pretty, lovely and sweet
With no action it’s just platitudes on repeat
Sharp words cut deep, spiteful and cruel
To make me feel ashamed and make me look the fool.
But I will play my hand for you, I see through you.
You’re broken like me, together we are Kintsugi
About the Creator
Heather Donald
I believe in love & kindness, that we should embrace joy, sing, dance & be silly! I am a survivor, damaged but not broken. I have a lot of love to give, free of judgment and given freely because I believe love can heal the world. 💕
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