inner compass
shattered,
pieced it back together
but it never held
its glue,
i can’t tell which
cracks are
you,
maybe beauty’s
the fall
apart,
one day, i’ll be the
bones heap
before
you,
one day i’ll
be pretty
too..
but i can’t hold a
flame to the
fires in
you.
Grumpy Gorman
igram: https://www.instagram.com/gèèrumpygorman/?hl=
..for i don’t glow like you.
Awesome such awesome poetry!