I see his mouth close, eyes look down, a sigh escape his lips; I'm nothing more than another broken girl to him.
And he's not gonna stick around to pick up the pieces.
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humans
Poetry"Being human means constantly trying to find the light." -Kevin Kantor & Sienna Burnett "Phases" (poetry written in form of journal entries)
broken.
I see his mouth close, eyes look down, a sigh escape his lips; I'm nothing more than another broken girl to him.
And he's not gonna stick around to pick up the pieces.
