We were a whole. We were one.
But for the moment, the strings are undone.
We're apart, and it not so well..
But I need these moments, to get through this hell..
Just give me a while to get a broom and sweep up all these broken pieces,
Let me get the glue and put it back together piece by peice,
Let me find a way to put this insanity away forever
But actually, thats seems out of control..
Just let me figure myself out...Try something new...
And when i've found myself again, I'll be running back to you...
Running back to you...
With all my broken peices...
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...The Little Black Rain Cloud's Thoughts...
Poetry is the life for me, for lifes i have no other. I write about darkness, broken hearts, and hate,'cause Shadows is my name; title; my cover.
If you read my poetry, and like the depressive tone,comment me and tell me in a way thats all your own.
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