Shattered Pieces (old poem from Aug.2018)

I’m stuck following shattered pieces As I look down at another piece of our broken mirror This I time I’ll pick up a piece To carry it in my pocket as I move forward.. I don’t want to lose you just because you’re in my past Each scar is a reminder of your lessons and they'll always last.



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