I was awake past midnight,
Gathering the shattered fragments of
my cobalt heart in my lap;
Though they were sharp,
And made my fingertips bleed.
Tears rolled out of my glistening eyes, streaming down my cheeks.
My body trembled, shook,
as emotional pain seeped into my bones.
I held onto my ribboned heart,
clumsily stitched together;
lips parting, letting out soft moans.
How foolish of me,
To trust so blindly.
Was I deaf, was I blind?
Well-wishers warned me to stay away,
But how could I relinquish what I had just found, come what may?"
So this is how it began:
The story of my broken heart,
Which now, lies in peices, torn apart.
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The Poetry She Wrote. ✔
Ποίηση- Poems by a twelve years old / written in 2016 - - - - There are a million poetry written, of all sort. This book holds poetry, that was written for a girl. A stranger, created in ones mind, hidden from...
