I seek the broken pieces
The hidden hurt that haunts you
Whenever your conscious cajoles you
To open up to me
Your eyes hide this pain
So beautiful, i must admit
But then you don't see as i see
How do i make you look at you
The scars hidden in your smile
They peep, wanting to be released
Magnificent, like early morning rays
I wish you would let me reach them
Your tears, too tired to fall
That they flow inside you
But then i would love to see
Just to know there's human in you
I'll crack open
Let you in on my imperfections
Plenty i must admit
But they sparkle with your light
I'm tired of this pure glass
Let me make a mosaic
From the broken pieces in us
Just you and me
The red blood, the blues and dark nights
Let them be our beautiful mosaic
To fit in our matrimonial window
And reflect a masterpiece to our bond
And yes
They shall call us the perfect pieces
Broken to the right size
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
simplistic approach, cutting through the matter, nice piece