Scrap Metal
Just a little something I wrote on my spare.
For now, I’m just a broken piece of scrap metal in a junk yard.
I’m not shiny or new. I’ve been tossed aside, dented and ruined.
I’ve been put back together, then taken apart.
I’ve had dreams and hopes, wishes to be something more.
More than I know I can be, but maybe, someday, I’ll be a treasure to someone.
Something special.
Something that they’ll take the time to understand, that they’ll piece back together.
I’ll be something they can keep forever, without a regret or worry what tomorrow will bring…
For now, I’m just a broken piece of scrap metal in a junk yard…
I’m not shiny or new. I’ve been tossed aside, dented and ruined.
I’ve been put back together, then taken apart.
I’ve had dreams and hopes, wishes to be something more.
More than I know I can be, but maybe, someday, I’ll be a treasure to someone.
Something special.
Something that they’ll take the time to understand, that they’ll piece back together.
I’ll be something they can keep forever, without a regret or worry what tomorrow will bring…
For now, I’m just a broken piece of scrap metal in a junk yard…
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