Broken Egg

Sometimes let the tears roll
And clear the cloud of heaviness
It happens without a clue
I say the answers for know i know

In a copy of the book of pain
lies a secret open later
Our path of journey can explain
You may not bleed but desire an encounter

The surgeon’s stitches may give a try
And balm heals wound overtime
There to mend is a broken heart
The memory of pain lives to scare


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  1. Jude Peters 3 years ago

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