Hearts are broken.
And tears are shed.
I can't help but think the love is dead.
Trust is broken.
And lies are told.
I can't help but think I was a piece of art you threw away and sold.
Feelings are bottled.
And pain is felt.
I can't help but feel that my heart is going to melt.
Could I ever forgive?
Could I ever forget?
But what do you forget when all you remember is
Pain, sorrow, and regret?
There is no letting go.
Somehow, someone always stays.
Sometimes, the people you know leave you into feeling nothing but gray.
~a.k.
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I don't know how I feel about this poem. Thoughts?
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