Another broken glass
Scattered on the floor
Another open wound
"I can do it no more."
I found her at the comfort room
Lying, crying
"What have you done?" I said
I know she's tired of everything
I looked at her
And she smiled weakly
She's too broken, exhausted
Her eyes told it already
I came closer as she fainted
Forgetting the pain for a while
"Just sleep for now, bestfriend,
Someday you'll wake up with a smile."
YOU ARE READING
Naive Girl
PoetrySitting on the bench Thinking about what we used to be And hopelessly imagining What we could have been Completed.
