Too many times
Too many pieces
I’ve run out of glue
There are too many creases
The cracks are many
Chips have been lost
I cant find any
The edges cold as frost
I won’t do this again
No one can make me
There's nothing to gain
Only pain and breaking
Take my heart
Lock it away safe
mind the sides
They crumble away
From now on
I will think straight
With no more heart
To get in the way
Take my eyes
They may never shed another tear
To many things left unspoken
The pain of love I fear
About the Creator
Stranna Pearsa
A long time ago I discovered the beauty and magic of the written word. The escape it provided when I was trapped was invaluable to me. It is my goal to provide that gift as it had been bestowed upon me so many times by so many others.
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