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I stepped on shards of broken glass.
But couldn't bleed.
The pieces are still with me.
I can feel them.
But I cannot see.
I have been told of riddle and rhyme.
Yet I can make none of it combine.
I think I may be broken.
We'll known in time.
I'm as full of laughter as I am of lies.
Born of mud and the larve of flies.
Torn apart and reborn as the sun dies.
I simply wanted to remind you.
I am fine.
But couldn't bleed.
The pieces are still with me.
I can feel them.
But I cannot see.
I have been told of riddle and rhyme.
Yet I can make none of it combine.
I think I may be broken.
We'll known in time.
I'm as full of laughter as I am of lies.
Born of mud and the larve of flies.
Torn apart and reborn as the sun dies.
I simply wanted to remind you.
I am fine.
Just something that came to me whilst cleaning up a broken plate; hence the first line.
It's a bit rough, but It's a great repersentation of what I'm feeling at the moment.
It's mainly a reminder to myself, that I am fine and that all the negitive stuff shouldn't be enough to get me down, or dictate my life.
Tell me what you think? Please?
It's a bit rough, but It's a great repersentation of what I'm feeling at the moment.
It's mainly a reminder to myself, that I am fine and that all the negitive stuff shouldn't be enough to get me down, or dictate my life.
Tell me what you think? Please?
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I can't add it to favorites, for some silly reason. No matter, I enjoyed reading this a lot. It reminds me of Bodas de Sangre (Blood Wedding) by Federico García Lorca. This poem is a gorgeous compilation of words.