Sometimes I'm blinded
by exactly what's right in front of me
Other times I'm broken in pieces
but a little bit more put together than the day before
I'm always wishing for things I can't have
I'm always crying for things that I've lost
My heart is a framed picture of bliss, and peace, colored brightly and sweetly
With cracked and fragmented colored lines of gray and black of sadness and regret
Realizing that I just "am"
Helps me sleep better at night.
1 comment:
I hope you had a better tomorrow.
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