my small broken thingA Poem by little bad puppywhy the hell do i seem to find my self writing love poetry, i mean this is so lame but the words come to my mind unbidden, sigh
I own a small broken thing
it has been crushed it has been betrayed it has been stepped on it has been battered it has been smashed it has been torn to pieces it is broken it is in my chest you came you picked up the pieces with care you smiled and you dusted off the pain you laughed as you put them together you cried as you polished it up you kissed it and made it whole once more when i woke from my death when i blinked at the second chance i have when i tasted you on my lips when i looked to see who had saved me when you smiled at me as you vanished in to time when i heard from those lips that saved me when you said "live and love" but even if my small thing in my chest is whole it can never be whole with out you... I miss you, and it's breaking again. © 2015 little bad puppyAuthor's Note
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