With broken words
I think of broken formalities
I see heart ache
I see pain
But worst of all
Nothing to keep it in
It's seeping from your pages
Barely held within your pen
And they ask if you're alright
It's not their words you take in
But the pain of them not knowing
Of them not truly understanding
And you wait...
You wait for their saving grace
When all you'll get
Is to be left in place
With broken words
I think of broken minds
I see hearts break
And others die
But worst of all
I see them in mine
-Starr
