Poem Of The Day.

You don't really know how something works until it breaks.
Whether it is a broken clock, or a broken heart.
Broken locks... open doors to a new start.

Somewhere in the dark there is a light.
And so what if all birds can not take flight ?
Lay back. Watch the stars fall tonight.

Hold my hands. Hold me tight.
Who needs sight when you can see with your mind ?

We're all part of a tree.

Everyday we live and die.
And we don't always laugh or cry.

So we tare ourselves open to set something free.
The satisfaction isn't from the rip but when we bleed.

Feelings are intense. Maybe it is time to rest.