Oftentimes, I see you at your best
Yet you see me at my worse
Oftentimes, I trust you
Yet you fail to understand that one plus one equals two
I understand you every single moment of the day
Even if you give me more reasons not to do the same
I give you the same smile
While you keep giving me sighs
Now, we separate ways
And walk pass over one another
The once plural, us
Becomes a singular you, singular me.
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Shades of Brokenness
PoetryI speak of brokenness and loneliness Because these are the emotions torturing my heart After being left broken Please read my other work. Painfully broken. I am not aiming for a rank. I am more than glad knowing there are readers who find time to r...
