
GIVE THE PERFECT GIFT
Erin Mills Town Centre Gift Cards are the perfect choice for your gift giving needs.Purchase gift cards at kiosks near the food court or centre court, at Guest Services, or click below to purchase online.PURCHASE HEREHome
The Fractions of Me
Indigo
Loading Inventory...
The Fractions of Me
Current price: $21.95


The Fractions of Me
Current price: $21.95
Loading Inventory...
Size: Paperback
*Product information may vary - to confirm product availability, pricing, shipping and return information please contact Indigo
The Fractions of Me is a collection of poems which illustrates the struggles of life and heartbreak.
Each and every person is a mosaic of millions of fractions, each one touched by a different soul. Some are tainted with hurt and some of love but nonetheless they all play a part in the definition of who we are. Although it might hurt to admit it, we have lost pieces of ourselves to people who didn't deserve them. But those holes are filled with memories of people who are actually worth it. Each remaining fraction is beautiful and each lost one carries a memory of us.
She was alone in a crowd.
She was lost, waiting to be found.
She was in love, but her life was the prize.
She gave too much and asked for too little,
So she started writing.
This is her story, each poem is an explanation to who she is, a fraction of her life
Her mosaic isn't finished yet and neither are yours. That's the beauty of it, right?
The Fractions of Me is a collection of poems which illustrates the struggles of life and heartbreak.
Each and every person is a mosaic of millions of fractions, each one touched by a different soul. Some are tainted with hurt and some of love but nonetheless they all play a part in the definition of who we are. Although it might hurt to admit it, we have lost pieces of ourselves to people who didn't deserve them. But those holes are filled with memories of people who are actually worth it. Each remaining fraction is beautiful and each lost one carries a memory of us.
She was alone in a crowd.
She was lost, waiting to be found.
She was in love, but her life was the prize.
She gave too much and asked for too little,
So she started writing.
This is her story, each poem is an explanation to who she is, a fraction of her life
Her mosaic isn't finished yet and neither are yours. That's the beauty of it, right?


















