With tears filmed in my eyes
I couldn't move, I couldn't shout
My list left whispers in the wind
While tears stream down my lids
If I didn't befriended hope
I might not have been this broken
How could you love her more
When you loved me first?
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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...
