It fixed over time, i promise, my fracture.
It fixed, it did, it did.
Now and again i feel it,
it justs reminds me,
'I'm still here'
But that's what happens isn't it,
when something is broken.
It gets fixed, but is never the same again.
My leg for instance,
is put on 9 degrees rotated to the right after i broke it.
That wasn't fun.
But now you see this is different,
and not to be cliche in the description of this 'something' is far more challenging.
For you cannot fracture a heart can you?
It's a simple,
yet painful nonetheless,
rip.
When my heart was torn from my body, this my friend, this did not fix.
It did not fix over time, i promise it did not.
It still hurts, it does, it does.
A contest entry
- QUICKIE :] by HereComesTheSun.
400 points, ended October 7, 14 entries
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something about this piece had me fall in love with it.
maybe the childish feel the repeating of it does it does at the end or the fact of how truthful and raw this piece is it is :]
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wow. Thank you very much, and thanks for my 5th
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