Do you remember the day you stopped crying and every scraped knee?
Do you remember the day you stopped playing make-believe with your favourite toys?
Do you remember the day you stopped seeing life in soaring colour, as each day got duller and duller
When do we stop being children, lose the whimsy and love and wonder in our eyes
and become sinical assholes.
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Poems of a Broken Man
PoetryHere you will find short examples of poetry, from me, a broken man. I'm not as broken as others, but as a writer, one of the most creative and vulnerable things you can be is broken. If you have one take away from these, please make it this; Check u...
