Mistakes are made,
Times we did the opposite of what we had to do.
Times we ignored that voice inside.
Debts are paid.
To those we have hurt.
To those we have broken.
Hearts are shattered,
Into pieces of what we held close.
Scattered across the floor and trod upon by strangers.
Souls are battered.
And Bruised.. left as a pile of moosh.
Blue and Black, without a use...
What we have to live with is the quilt of our mistakes.
And what we do is all up to us..
Its our life we can't expect others to live it for us.
Take our blame, and sit in our place.
Its up to us, to face our fates.
beastkid7
I really get your poem especially when you said,"Souls are battered.
And Bruised.. left as a pile of moosh. Blue and Black, without a use...". When I see people like that it makes me go to lengths for them and I can't even help it. ESPECIALLY when its my folt. It's true "Its up to us, to face our fates." And to help fix the people that we have broken.
sherockachild22
Oh yessss.. so you do get it. :)
thats nice.
but yeah i feel the same way... when i mess things up i need to fix it.