the coffee grows cold and stale
like the love we think we have
why do we put up with all this
if the love we think we still have
is like that coffee I had made for you:
cold and stale?
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Broken Pieces
PuisiWhat 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...
