first
my wrist broke.
that was enough.
then
my heart broke.
but that wasn't my fault.
or maybe it was
i'm not sure.
now what'll break next?
i bet it's my soul.
next to my cracked heart
it's the only good thing
i have left.
hopefully i won't break
anymore
or else
i don't know
what will be left of me.
YOU ARE READING
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شِعرHere's a collection of poems that currently describe my life :) Hope you all enjoy!
