My verses

You broke my verses,

into tiny shreds

and blew them to the wind.

It was out of shape,

had no depth or flow,

in your roving eyes.

Endless moments

of my musings,

were my words.

You will never see,

how words can,

make or break.

They were pieces,

of my scattered soul,

stitched in a pattern less weave

You failed to see beyond,

within and without,

you failed me.

Maybe, now when you find

the flow, in these words,

keep them as memory.

You broke my verses,

into tiny shreds,

but you did not break me.