I am the broken glass doll,
once beautiful and cherished.
I was new and then broken,
I was found and slowly put together; yet I've now been broken once more. Will he put me back together?
How long will he wait?
The inside is as broken as the out,
yet people are so blind.
I am in pain can't you see?
This won't go away....until you once more put me together again.
~Zoie Brashear~
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What Lies Inside You
PoetryThese poems here are poems that are ideas that pop in my head. They're indeed depressing and mainly about love. This description is kinda shitty I know but hey just read them would ya?
