MY COLLECTION

27 Mar MY COLLECTION

Walking oh, so long
head stuck in my clouds
reaching out to catch the rain
broken hearts a sobbing sound
Collecting them as they fall to me
repairing broken shards
blood pooling from the cut down
Stigmata building
in the palms of my hands
Pieces of the crushed 
Picking up the falling down
teaching to live, never to drown
never find enough
ever seeking the next go around
Wanting to help even the score
blood filling crevices in my skin
memories of sweet victories
ignorant
of the trail left behind
all the blood my path made before
upon hearts broken upon the floor