All those strings inside me
They break and they mend
But he couldn't see
The scars of his offend
The last string tore,
With a single kick
He knocked down the door
I didn't even get to pick
The pieces of my shattered self
I knew I had to run
If I was to save myself
But I missed the starting gun
The strings all in vanity
Still stood my hope
Or was it insanity ?
I think I need a rope.
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The Journey of Love
PoesiaIt is a collection of poems telling a love story.The story of triumph over destiny.The story of true love and empathy.The story of a broken heart.And the story of us.
