I tried. But, The girl, With curly dark mocha looks, and an intensity nobody's ever seen, that scared people but drew them in; but she pushed them away, out of pure anxious fear. They tore the girl; she held a bit of insanity. But I wanted it, I wanted her; but she was broken, destroyed, and I would've shattered what was left of her, had I stayed. But, I am Now afraid, horrified, That running, Pushed her into her breaking point.
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Poems For The Broken
PoetryA collection of poems made by, for or about the broken. If you want your poem to be featured in the book, please PRIVATE MESSAGE the author with: -The poem -The name of the poem -The authors name (can be anonymous if you wish) ----> dogpower77...
