We fit
You and I
You're broken but tape I use to bend you back, is slightly used, so u think u can't hold up well
See you're tainted, and the airbrush I try to use too cover your scars....as only few breaths left and with each inhale, I paint something beautiful and with each exhale, you notice another stain....
...
What Makes Him....
Opens the door,
He stands there, hands in pockets, lips smuged
...
I saw you
Standing, with your arms out
So I decided to fall
Then I saw you had a broken leg
...
we once was the little girls
with pig tails and curls
playing jumping
and shooting marbles
...
There's no understanding the two
I look at you look at you
Ostentatiously
Somehow, blinded
...
Sit, chat with me
As i know you never listen
Of course, my dear
That blank stare into space as you drift away in thoughts of her
...
What us importance?
Is it here when you need me to be
Here when you think i should be
Or here always when i know i should be
...
Time is of the essence
And the beauty of the beast
Is slowly fading
The walls she created to keep the strangers out as created a monster within
...
I was from hell or so I thought
I had lived here for so long
That the fire often calmed me
Often used to the constant bruises
...
New poet...writing what crosses my mind and heart one poem at a time...)
Torn Together
We fit
You and I
You're broken but tape I use to bend you back, is slightly used, so u think u can't hold up well
See you're tainted, and the airbrush I try to use too cover your scars....as only few breaths left and with each inhale, I paint something beautiful and with each exhale, you notice another stain....
As I try to fix you with the broken and used pieces of me. I tear a corner off me to just.... fit you.... perfectly.....
People would rather watch you fall than help you crawl to success...
Rumors...a misconception from anothers' deception....