Her heart has been broken.
The pieces don't seem to fit.
They just sit in a jumbled
pile on the floor.
When they are put together,
there is a piece missing piece.
There is just a gaping hole.
Nothing can fill it.
Nothing can make it better.
She just sits and waits,
for something that will
fit just right in that
horrid gaping hole
oin her heart.
YOU ARE READING
The Girl Behind the Mask
RandomThis is my first book. All of these poems are real to me. Please comment if you like it, but no hate please. Enjoy!!!