your eyes
see straight through me,
through my outter shell
to the inner feelings,
that are me,
and you see
I am broken,
missing pieces,
and you rage at the people
who broke me,
angry you wern't there to save me,
and still
you hold me tight
and say
you love me
despite my broken state,
you say you want to keep me
forever
so next time you can be there
to save me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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