Broken then repaired

I just made this off the top of my head so bear with me :)

I feel my heartbeat at night

and see my soul during the day

I hear the silent cries of lives that never felt special 

I know their pain


I wonder why my heart is growing so cold

Is it because my life feels unimportant?

Or is it because I have so much anger I could just explode?


I hold the hands of my first love

And now I feel complete

In the beginning I was confused and hurt

But now I 'm happy


He kissed my lips

And my heart grew warm

Now I know there are brighter days

Even after the worst thunderstorm



The End

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