A Broken Story
When you break up your heart gets ripped out of your chest, and crumpled
Or sometimes, it stays there suspended in motion
Vulnerable to passing arrows
You're afraid to wound it
You act out of fear
Fear of losing what you can't accept is already lost
If you try to move on you have no heart to give to another
So instead you stay stuck
Living out a dream that's been smothered
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Poison Ink
PoetryMy internal feelings were bubbling into thoughts, forming into words, growing wings, and taking flight, reaching the ears and minds of others, expressing something more significant than a sentence, a hollowed moment of life's waves. I hope these wo...
