The Leftovers
We are all broken a bit
Don’t check your bruised knee
The scars won’t have stayed long
It’s a strong race you see
That survives an entire war
And takes a beating for love
We are all broken a bit
Marooned soldiers fighting their own souls
Their lives are empty
Without their foes
Who consume their existence
Their lives are empty
Without the love that wasn’t
But ached to be their whole existence
We are all broken a bit
Weary travellers caressing the roads inch by inch
For when we come back home
There is no respite in the comforts of a couch
No welcome in a standalone roof
We are all broken a bit
From our heads to toes
Time took us away bit by bit
Shivangi
Some girls are made of sugar and spice and all things nice. Others, like me, are red haired, raw, and quite plus sized. Read my work on food and fashion on this blog.
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