You kept telling me I was broken
But it was your hands dropping me
Your eyes watching me
Crash
Smash
In pieces again
No longer a problem
He takes care
To repair
To restore
All those breaks
You caused
Before
©cih16, 22:37, 8/12/16
*(The Japanese art of repairing broken pottery using precious metals)
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- clinestar
- Part time poet, full time librarian, student of the delights of milk chocolate. Likes books, milk, paddling, poetry, scribbling, chocolate, notebooks, sea, piers. Not necessarily in that order. All work copyright cih.