Through Broken Cracks
spin me around under the folding branches;
Tough.
A word to describe my life in whole. The whispered pieces of my broken heart lay discarded. The harsh tone of my parent's daily lullabies. The pen that writes the familiar song. The man that took too much so young. The boy that won't give the whispers back. The wasted kisses hidden behind bus seats.
My memories fill with pain and regret. I've built a wall to keep him out. Around the fragments of my love. The cruel remarks, forced smiles. Break down the silver door. Crack the bronze windows.
Starting anew from broken cracks, a delicate flower grows.
A word to describe my life in whole. The whispered pieces of my broken heart lay discarded. The harsh tone of my parent's daily lullabies. The pen that writes the familiar song. The man that took too much so young. The boy that won't give the whispers back. The wasted kisses hidden behind bus seats.
My memories fill with pain and regret. I've built a wall to keep him out. Around the fragments of my love. The cruel remarks, forced smiles. Break down the silver door. Crack the bronze windows.
Starting anew from broken cracks, a delicate flower grows.