It’s been a while-
So good to see your face.
The days have worn you down,
It seems your smile is hard to trace.
Your heart has gotten hardened,
It’s not just your bed that’s cold.
You don’t have to be the brave one,
When the cards aren’t meant to hold.
So, cry a little, let it out.
Don’t be afraid to fall.
Falling isn’t as tragic
As no movement at all.
Just break a little, own your scars.
There’s beauty in the disaster.
‘Cause every bit of you
Can come back from
What’s been shattered.
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