Broken. Dead.

You reply

And I weep

For your words are the dead

Hopeless and apathetic ash

 

Oh my darling, come to life!

Wake up and live!

How can I raise you up?

How can I bring to life that which has never lived?

How can I love the dead? The hopeless? The despairing?

 

What would it take to love a broken girl?

Whose heart is sharp glass

Whose soul is like an oyster hiding a pearl

Whose mind feels like an impenetrable pass

 

 

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