when you loved me,
we were free.
like birds we flew,
high up in the blue.
but we got lost,
and at all cost,
I tried to find you,
because you were the glue.
you held me together,
now I am fragile like a feather.
all of my broken pieces,
are floating around in the sky.
YOU ARE READING
rhyming poetry
Poetryjust really bad poetry I write that rhymes. (this is kinda a school project but I also wanted to share it)
