Tuesday, 20 December 2011

Twisted World

You were sick. And I tried all I could, but I couldn't fix you.
Your broken pieces covered the ground,
And I couldn't bare to look any more... So I...
Painted them. With as many colours as I could.
Feeling that it wasn't enough,
I placed bows on your arms,
And glitter on your feet.
I drew very carefully on your hands,
Little pictures of birds and angels.
And before I knew it,
The pieces I loved so much were beautiful.
And then I realised, that you too,
covered me with stars.
I now look in the mirror, and you stand beside me.
Despite living in a twisted world,
We make the sky look beautiful.

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