She was a piece of paper,
Perfect and pure.
Only to be crumpled,
By the author of her agony.
They carved lies into her soul,
And tore her heart in two.
The author whom she dearly loved,
Tainted and broke her.
She tried to fix herself,
With tape and glue.
But the damage was unrepairable,
And the author was sickly glad.
He took pride in his destruction,
Of this perfect little soul.
Even as he ripped her to shreds,
Her love for him remained whole.
YOU ARE READING
Shattered
PoetryPoetry helps us connect with others who feel as we do. It brings us together and reminds us we aren't alone. This is a book full of poetry I've written; I hope it reminds you how you aren't alone in whatever you're going through. Stay strong <3 ***T...
