Shattered hearts and broken bones,
I used to feel safe but this is no home.
Home is where the heart is but mine's all on the floor
I really just can't take this anymore.
I'm feeling trapped in this place we call home
But no one tells you how it can break your bones.
Hurt your pride. Make you put a limp in your stride
Fill your eyes with tears and make you eyes red.
Coming home now fills you with dread.
You don't know which love you'll come home to
The one who's sweet and loves or
The one who thinks the bruises on your arm are a illustration of frustration
Love's not a game and I don't want to play not if the tables will turn out this way.
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Pieces of Me
PoetryShort stories and poems written by hand or online and complied here for you to receive, these are the pieces of my life.
