Too many broken pieces
Of shattered hearts, people are made of
Gathering strength from afar
Not knowing how to carry on the usual path
In a little light of hope they breathe
In a tampered mask they see
Waiting for love to revive fire from the embers of the soul they once had
•jownism ~ for people once hurt by love, hoping for a cure•
The brushing of hands
Or the stroke of your heartbeat with mine
Writes down in history
All words unnecessary
As your eyes stare, a promise is kept.
My lips need not say anything.
Love transcends vocabulary.
~jown, looking at the man I promised to share forever with. 3.14.15