as delicate as the flower that withered,
as frail as a life built on a single word.
by the morals we all deemed forsaken,
and all the emotions that were taken.
"unforgiveness!", we utter to our divided side,
"how dare the likes of you spit such foul words, you lied!"
as everyone peers at these as a child in a candy store,
i cannot comprehend the thoughts of what is no more.
"i swear" or "i promise" can no longer be considered being fond,
we must conquer the walls and form an immortal bond.
the task must be completed, to acknowledge us as a whole,
we must fill ourseleves up with trust and love until we are full.
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The Idea of a Broken World
PoetryAll of the poetry I've ever written will be in this story... most of them cover ideas about romance, death, and tragedy. Each one contains very strong messages and opinions. It's named "The Idea of a Broken World" because almost all of the poetry I...
