Not Broken, Just Bent

Were we broken or bent?
Maybe things to talk about,
to work on.
It was a two-way street,
But at some point our hands drifted
and we approached different paths.
To let go, 
we had no other choice. 
Taking the laughter and tears,
and the memories of the year.
I have to let you go,
so you can grow.
You have to let me go,
so I can grow.
We must let go,
so we can learn.
Neither of us are broken,
we are just bent.

Post a Comment

My thoughts are...

Latest Instagrams

© Chaos in Couture. Design by Fearne.