Tuesday, May 3, 2016

Who Am I?

This heart is made of shattered glass,
Slushie of emotions blended to puree,
Happy souls I'm always walking past,
Lonely gloomy cloudy skies of today,

Is my existence despicable,
Who Am I?

The eager to please bleeding heart run dry,
My vision blurred by storms from my sky,
Soft words whispering as I keep falling,
My soul searching for home keeps calling,

No where found,
Who Am I?

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