Her phantom haunts me as I weep,
When I cry myself to sleep.
And I see her the next day,
My heart, once again, pays.
Covering the tears with a smile so wide,
Allowing her to think I have not cried.
Deepens the would in my torn heart,
Every second, the façade is falling apart.
YOU ARE READING
Broken
PoetryJust your average collection of poetry done by your average unicorn. Xavier hopes you like the poems! **Sorry if the spacing is jacked up**
