He thought time
Could heal his
Broken heart,
So he waited.
But as he grew,
The pain did too
And the hole inside
His soul stretched
Until it was as big as
The one in the
Ozone layer.
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PoéziaIt is not about the destination. It is about the journey. #26 in poetry (Apr 8th 2016) Photo belongs to its rightful owner.
Heal
He thought time
Could heal his
Broken heart,
So he waited.
But as he grew,
The pain did too
And the hole inside
His soul stretched
Until it was as big as
The one in the
Ozone layer.
