Her mind is a dangerous place
It’s full of darkness and secrets
She hates it as much as she hates herself
It’s not what you’d expect from a pretty face
His heart is cold as ice
His soul shattered to pieces
He is broken beyond repair
And yet she believed she could fix him
But how can you fix someone
When you’re also broken
How can you save someone
When you yourself cannot be saved
And as everything crumbles around them
They realize some things can’t be fixed
Some things are meant to stay broken
Just like the love they shared.
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tacenda: a book of poems
Randomtacenda (n.) -things better left unsaid... so I write them down, instead. just a bunch of poems i made. cover made by me
