Broken and Mended

A time before sorrow

Is there such a thing?

To stretch out my hand

And touch nothing but

The silence of the stars

At last my foolish dreams

Surrender to the

Perfection of loneliness

That takes everything

And gives nothing in return

The past is gone

Forever out of reach

No longer my eyes

Fill with tears

For what was

Always longed for

Once again

Nothing has changed

Nothing always changes

The heart is empty

Broken and mended

Until it can no longer

Be mended

The pieces drift

From star to star

Nearer to the moon

Closer to the sun

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

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