Not all hearts that break were once a whole,
Some were once torn before.
Half or whole?
I think of them neither is better
For it hurts the same when someone runs away after all.
YOU ARE READING
Of Prose and Poetry
PoetryA collection of prose and poetry about compassion, life, love and loss. Feel free to find a piece of yourself with in my works. Thank you for reading and please feel free to comment below. Thank you Highest attainment Rank 2 in poetry
