Where do you place broken pieces of color?
I suppose I will one day display them with pride
until then I'll hide them
beneath my mosaic collar
Like a dream, she walked from the water and sat down beside me. No words were spoken. Only a single tear and the haunt in her eyes told me all I needed to know.
Interpretation is dangerous when you are given words that fill previously scorched pages
What-if's begin to tip the scales of reality
Fear takes control and starts to breathe
Trapped in a world you resented
Broken free from a cage built with love
I see now it was never meant to be
Some instincts were created as part of a defense mechanism and they are no longer needed but they are still there laying low beneath the surface of your smile.