Beautiful things are broken things.
Most things contain much beauty.
Whether an opinion or a truth,
broken is such a term with degrees.
If you were to say that I am beautiful,
as you had long ago,
You are to imply that I hold to a degree,
as if I was broken beautifully.
The day you decide to go,
I already know,
That I will hold myself to a higher degree.
I will be remembered broken beautifully.
All rights belong to its author. It was published on e-Stories.org by demand of Dae Victoria.
Published on e-Stories.org on 29.01.2015.
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