My face in my hands,
I wept,
deeply and sorrowfully,
he glanced at me,
sadly,
his hands tucked into hers,
his arm around her waist,
his attention on her,
but he refused,
refused to believe,
believe that I was broken.
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She's Perfect
PoesiaA short collection of random poems. Written by @BexutifulNightmxre and @Bitter-Swxxt-Dream.