Sitting alone here, I ponder
The things we loved the most
Had made us the weakest
The one I cherished, is unknown now
Who will mend my shattered soul now?
A void is left, deep inside my heart
How do I fill it, if it's too deep to be filled
How does love's grip turn this fragile?
Idk why I am posting this I guess my brain suggested to me post this today, haha
Adding my suggestions too
Question is in the poem people
YOU ARE READING
Your emotions, My words
PoetryThis book is a heartfelt collection of poetry that brings together the thoughts, feelings, and experiences of a diverse group of individuals. Through their suggestions and emotions, I've crafted poetic expressions that aim to capture the essence of...
