The Anatomy Of Broken


The old familiar sting, O blues
hits in moments spent beneath the willow tree
torn out faces, worn out places
these memories’ll burn till I’m ashes

Now more than ever, O shooting star
I wish to come home
where kisses rouse you from slumber
where I had it all

O man made God, will I glide forever
thus surpassing beauty bound time
or will grind to dust in another world
till no one cares about spotlights

a little cracked,a little shattered
a little timid, a little forward
a little of you and me, a little of her and he
O reason of hope, we’ll be good for times we never could be.

O father, the guiding hand on my shoulder
O mother, my favorite pair of eyes
O brother, may I fill into your shoes
Maybe next summer I’ll be one less a bruise.

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Really enjoyed reading this. You have a talent.

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