Broken
Both of us are broken
But there is much more
Broken but touched; mosaic
Archaic; coming back for more
We are cold but not frozen
Cool, but still never chosen
We are the fractured branches
Of a bipolar tree
Rain and good soil are not enough for me
Surely you can also understand this too you see
I'll scream till my vocal cords
Turn into
Growls of frustration and adaptation
Of up and downs
Grey's and blues
Then
All of a sudden you hear me calling
Kindred gremlin with something
My heart is breaking, budding
Bidding, but you hear it coming
A stoke, to a stroke to an all out fire
I'm like you in the dirt drowning
Being all that you require