She tried to rein in her scattered thoughts
Souls who have to protect their soft
But she is way too lost
.
Her heart broke in two, and then in four
And so on and on…
Until it was broken in more pieces than it was made of
.
She tried to gather her thoughts
In this big world she fought
But that’s when she lost her soft
.
We name things like fate
To label what we can’t control
To leave things as it is, it’s meant to be
.
We name things like hope
To keep us searching for something bright
For something even if it’s a little right
.
Though the world is not kind sometimes
We just have to protect our soft
Our fragile heart
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