Everlasting Love

How is the divine so wretched?

Broken people fill the streets with agony and anguish

Treading through the streets as just a method to only exist

However, how can I exist without you?

Broken bones and sticks and stones you repair me

Picking up the pieces you fix me

Mending the swollen beaten heart within me

And then I realize...

We were simply meant to be


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