yesterdays
have come and gone
all the things
i thought i knew.
a shattered picture
in my hands
with so many jagged edges
it’s impossible
to put the pieces
back together.
we could only
lose ourselves again
with every promise,
an imperfect eternity.
yet i fly into the wind
selling my soul
along the way
and make my way
back to you
again. ©
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So glad you decided to write again. Thanks.
u write very well,
keep it up!
:)
Hope all is well with you.
beautifully written.
Thank you sam …