Broken Hearts for Broken Spirits
Ya know, I fell in love multiple times.
But not each time was worth it.
But I tried and I tried.
But the more I tried, the more I heard it.
A voice inside me, telling me right from wrong.
Telling me that I was falling to fast.
And that I was just so far gone.
Yet I never listened to it.
I just gave in to those girls.
And gave in all of my heart.
And gave in all of my world.
But nothing came out for me.
Nothing I can be proud of at least.
But hey I happily kept my pride.
Although it was damaged from defeat.
And defeat and defeat, and these feet
That failed me, but prevailed me.
To walk to success when everyone, mentally failed me.
But who bailed me?
Who was the Athena of my life?
Who made me try, like the 3 tri’s of tridents tride.
Or made me strive, for the skies without all the lies?
Who? It wasn’t you, it wasn’t you who saw me through.
But I saw through the false you to see what was true.
We are through, because I am done trying with you.
And when I fall for you again just know I didn’t mean to.
The broken things in life cannot be fixed, but being broken doesn't always mean you're broken. It can mean that there are more pieces of you for the world.
