millions

A million pieces, a million minutes it can take to create beautiful things. The most delicate are the easiest to destroy, whats fulfilling can leave you deeply forsaken Promises can buy you what you want But they are as simple to break All it takes is a simple shatter or a cut perhaps with a piece of a broken heart. Maybe broken things are appealing to some But we want to be found whole a cry for help is weakening for a being But what to do in a world so overwhelming for the soul We plead to be found Return what wasn’t yours to take Something that wasn’t for the keeping in the first place