Sunday, July 10, 2011

Perfectly broken

Imperfectly broken,
like a basket of sand sifted
on the crashing waves' shore.

Constantly shaken,
till I'm broken and aching,
and I've finally fallen
on your throne room's floor.

And you empty me fuller,
and my tears become laughter.

And perfectly broken,
with a ring on my finger,
and your love on my arms,
I stand here beside you,
And hear your
"I love you,"

And perfectly broken,
I am broken no more.

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