stay, i whispered
just stay where you are
you didn't have to move
we could've just stayed
there was no need for change
as long as you stayed
here
in my arms
under the sheets
beneath the starry night
stay, i whispered
so i stayed.
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Broken Pieces
PoetryWhat happens when the image of self is lost? Where does one begin to look for their 'self'? Broken Pieces is a collection of poems that explores and addresses the emotions that make us human: love, the absence of, and the discovery of love for self...
