To the broken hearts by OCDVampireDiary, literature
Literature
To the broken hearts
To the broken hearts
To the wounded lives
To the ones who lie dying on the battlefield of life
To the crushed in spirit
To the shattered dreamers
To the ones who have been hurt beyond feelings
To all the suffering
Who have felt the violent assault
Of words that have left you reeling
Words that told you to hate yourself
Words that proved that sticks and stones
Can break your bones, and yes
Words will surely kill you
Every lie spoken against you
You ate it and you believed it
Never for a moment thinking
It isn't true...I don't deserve it!
Never believing that YOU have value
That you are a hidden treasure
That your life is important beyond a
I counted the shades of green
in the land of my father's fathers
and set my watch back a hundred years.
I wrapped my tongue,
loosened by rich pints of warm Guinnesss,
around the Gaelic
and got punch drunk on the words of Yeats
Irish eyes and fiddle music.
I found the song of Erin
is a Pan reed boat
lost out on Galway Bay
where bards stitch their words
into fishing nets
and dream of old gods
under the moons of Connemara.