to the broken pieces
Have you ever been broken
Beyond repair
But do you really remember
What was once there.
Everything was once a beauty
A sight or a galore
And then you broke her
And she didn't see that anymore.
Everything was in its place
Doing just fine
And then all of it
Everything
Was on the line.
All that she had ever wanted
Was no longer able to be done
You've broken her
And everything seems to be none.
YOU ARE READING
Light Shadows
PoetryA book of ups and downs. An oxymoron, or a literal meaning. You decide. You may translate this book, but please give me credit and ask me first. You may also post this on your own blog without translating it, but please give me credit and ask me a...
