by Unknown
Feb 2011 187 Views 0 comments
Between The Alone
I do not shatter anymore
I am not scattered and broken
Only a story in pieces --
-- Fragmented
With so much yet unspoken
Yet each fragment is alive
Perhaps something to revive --
In a shop or on the street
I'd like to tell a lady stranger I see or meet
"Reassemble me I you dare"
But why waste my breath?
(When I know damn well)
No one would care.
I am not scattered and broken
Only a story in pieces --
-- Fragmented
With so much yet unspoken
Yet each fragment is alive
Perhaps something to revive --
In a shop or on the street
I'd like to tell a lady stranger I see or meet
"Reassemble me I you dare"
But why waste my breath?
(When I know damn well)
No one would care.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Feb 2011
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