She understood as she stood and watched.
Watching the fights.
Not ever knowing what to say.
She cared she had always cared.
She could feel his anger, wanting to help.
She never approached him.
Her soul shattered.
Nobody understood her either.
Their hearts broke leaving the fight, anger, and sorrow.
YOU ARE READING
my poetry
Поэзияa little bit of my poetry. not my best. I have never shared it with anybody but my friend.
