There was one
Who tried to put their
Shattered pieces back together
Yet their fingers only bled
From the fragments
Of what 'once was'
YOU ARE READING
a collection of words
Поэзия"If my words sprout wings, And reach into another's heart, I think I'll truly be happy To be a friend of words."
Once
There was one
Who tried to put their
Shattered pieces back together
Yet their fingers only bled
From the fragments
Of what 'once was'
