little of this a little of that: Always Broken

Always Broken Regardless if the sun shines, Shouldn’t we always smile, As nothing is perfection, Only myth unattainable…. Yet we still strive, for the elusive. All flawed, all broken, someway, Perhaps in physical form, more noticeable, As we can not see into a mind, Unless it chooses and outlet, Of... Sign in to see full entry.