It could make or break your heart.
A poem by b.s. : Broken People Don't Cry
Her heart jumped when she saw him with someone else, losing the game it had played with her mind. It fell to the ground, shattering into thousands of pieces. Her heart running into the darkness, begging for him to stay. Her mind restarted with a new black page and her smile disappeared for a while. As her lungs gasped for air, her heart built a cage to keep the world out.
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Thoughts and Constellations
PoetryA year full of ups and downs, written down to make someone, somewhere feel something. This is my personal journal published for the world to see. All my thoughts and feelings for a year. It has no plot. It has no ending. It just ends. Good luck tryi...
