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Author: diorvargas Published: 2007-01-29 15:18:30 Last edit: 2007-01-27 15:30:07 Tags: poetry |
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Scattered pieces of my soul
Left where I have been hurt
There are pieces of me everywhere
The pain
The sadness
Are there any positive parts of me?
There are, I know there should be
Laughter
Happiness
My whole life has not been full of torment
There were good times
There were more bad than good
People going in and out of my life
Passing through revolving doors of my heart
Yet, they remain inside
Inside to remind me of what I have lost
Can I retrace my steps?
Can I go back and retrieve these parts of me?
Afterwards, will I finally be whole again?
Left where I have been hurt
There are pieces of me everywhere
The pain
The sadness
Are there any positive parts of me?
There are, I know there should be
Laughter
Happiness
My whole life has not been full of torment
There were good times
There were more bad than good
People going in and out of my life
Passing through revolving doors of my heart
Yet, they remain inside
Inside to remind me of what I have lost
Can I retrace my steps?
Can I go back and retrieve these parts of me?
Afterwards, will I finally be whole again?
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