A broken pencil,
Leaves a tainted canvas.
A roaming thought,
Leaves a shattered mind.
- you can only see me when I'm bleeding
YOU ARE READING
Shattered glass
Poetry［Highest ranking: #15］"Perhaps 'it wasn't meant to be' was our meant to be" he says as he chugs down yet another drink. She looks at him and rolls her eyes, "I wonder when your organs will give up on you too".
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A broken pencil,
Leaves a tainted canvas.
A roaming thought,
Leaves a shattered mind.
- you can only see me when I'm bleeding
