Because I thought she was the epitome of beauty which I like to destroy
The innocence I taken away broke her apart
The pieces I lay before the cracked mirror
Were of no use
Sorry
She became different... not
The kind where it doesn't welcome my demons any longer
The kind that my heart aches the emptiness inside it because it had to
I had to
let go of the tragedy of what I have done wrong
Need to Face the new girl masking a broken smile
I tore her apart and I don't know how or in anyway I piece her back together
So I couldn't mark her as mine
( read from last line then back up)
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Mr. Poetry
PoesiaFor the Guy who don't know poetry mean so much for a girl That he decided to make one for her himself Doesn't matter if it looks boring or uncool at least he tried to share his true feelings hidden between the line. Started Nov 12,2017- Ended april...
