Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

When it comes to love
I'm a cracked reflection,
held together
by a stoic nevermore,
will I give my heart.

Tossed back so many times
in little broken pieces,
shattered bits of mirror
like shrapnel, cut me deep.
I oughta be dead.

Yet here I am still standing,
clumsily caulked,
a mosiac fool,
hoping, waiting,
to hear love's call again.

Yeah me too.

Well said.

we shld all be dead.

a parade of mosaic fools...