As you got up and fled,
You left some things unsaid.
And I can't even comprehend,
How I'm supposed to mend.
Your voice phenomenally harsh,
As we fled the streets in Marche.
Waiting for this storm to pass,
In Autumn during March.
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Broken Wings - Poetry {COMPLETED}
Poetry200 Poetic Tragedies ... A collection of poetic chaos, written on love, loss, lust and longing. This is a safe haven for the broken - For those with Broken Wings. _____________________________ "In a world full of heartbreak, sadness is all I've eve...
