Broken

I could watch you break apart piece by piece till all the pieces that made you were at my feet. I would enjoy the sound of your soul hitting the ground. It would sound like hail as it pelts the ground with a willingness to die. A need for finality as shattered self meets shattered moment. Would I glue you back together and lie to your face about retained worth? Or instead admit that something is now gone. Dead and buried. Never to be had again.

-OM

  

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  2. Nice one J.
    Weird… I wrote a song today ( no lyrics ) called ‘broken’ – these words kinda match. (how bizarre that two things called the same thing might actually seem to sync up O_- lol)
    Hope all good your end bud.

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