I don't know what I'm doing anymore,
I'm just going through life's motions.
Not taking anything in,
not stopping to smell the flowers,
just going.
The world slowly falls silent,
then a noise,
as loud as a bomb explosion,
echoes around me.
I reassure everyone that it's okay,
this isn't the first time my heart's broken,
but this definitely is the most it's broken.
Sadly,
it's probably not the last time either.
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Concrete Marshmallows | Watty's 2016
PoetryA collection of poems mainly about love and loss. Some personal experiences, others are from different people's perspectives. It's fairly self explanatory. Every poem speaks for themselves and tells it's own story. Enjoy!
