Sometimes, I feel like an old broken object, like this piano in the picture.
Broken by empty promises from my past.
Empty because of those other broken people who lied to me.
I will just let my nature surface.
Give me back my verneer, repair my broken pieces.
And in the end, I’ll sing the most beautiful symphony you will ever hear!
Text by me
Picture from Fragments http://bit.ly/2iiabgH
J’aime!
😀