whole
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I promise I’m not broken,
I just look this way
Because of the pieces I gave away
To fix the broken in someone else
But when something is no longer broken
They no longer need the one who fixes
Raining on through the cloudy days
Staining the tainted window sills
Mother nature's song that played
Flashes that crashed through sky's
Part to whole
Less of a whole
Just filled with holes
Filled with parts that don’t fit.
What part am I
If I’m not even whole?
I am whole whithin
The hot dusty air,
Rocks rising left and right,
Everything is like fire,
Reds and oranges surround me,
Fueling my energy,
Each and every snowflake is different from the others.
There is something calming about standing outside and watching the snowfall.
Art;
the (blood rushing through
my veins, painting me with color in this
gray, flavorless world)
ability to
take your brok-
en, s e n s e l e s s,
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we are the worlds tomorrow
we are the new generation
we are the future
than why are we so reluctant
to see the necessity of life
we lead our lives
according to hashtags and social media
So much going on around me
wanna do right but wrong always surround me
I need something to keep me leveled
tried of hearing these lies from the devil.