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Glued Mess Underneath
These scars
Criss cross my heart
A target it seems
Sonething to aim at
Break apart
I only show my outer skin
The old tattoo
Gruff exterior
To keep at bay
Those that want a closee look
There's been a few heartaches
On this road taken
Some songs on the radio
Bring back the echoes
Sometimes a grimace
Like broken glass
My life shattered
Far too many pieces
To really put back together
Just a glued mess underneath
Criss cross my heart
A target it seems
Sonething to aim at
Break apart
I only show my outer skin
The old tattoo
Gruff exterior
To keep at bay
Those that want a closee look
There's been a few heartaches
On this road taken
Some songs on the radio
Bring back the echoes
Sometimes a grimace
Like broken glass
My life shattered
Far too many pieces
To really put back together
Just a glued mess underneath
Published 30th May 2020
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30th May 2020 2:39pm
The cracking of our shell is the most painful part of growth, AP. I hope you feel better soon.
30th May 2020 4:11pm
Know that feeling all to well myself lost love that sometimes still echoes in the deepness of the mind respect brother poet
15th Feb 2022 11:45am
