She sat there alone in her room,
Everyone says they care and everyone thinks they do,
But the truth? Oh the truth is painful,
Its beautiful knives and torturing compliments
Breaking her heart.
She loved her friends,
They left.
She loved her man,
He left.
She tried again and they promise to stay,
But the gradual departure is slowly killing her.
She cant help but wonder through all the fake smiles,
All the pretend giggles,
How many more heartbreaks and disappointments will she endure?
That is when she decides its time.
She can not take another break,
She cannot say she is okay when she is really broken.
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Metrical Composition From A Broken Soul
PoesíaPoetry is the way of letting a soul unleash the potential it had or still has but was never able to accomplish in reality. Robert Frost simply stated it as 'A poem starts as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a love sickness'. S...
