Behind his winsome grin
Lay a broken battered soul
Behind her soft brown eyes
Swirled a thousand aches and sorrows
And as their lips met
They tasted the brokenness
In each other
Clinging on to each other
Like the only faint thread of hope
Desperately trying to heal their
Scarred hearts, by finding love
In each other
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Ballads of a Cloud Walker
Poetrynefilibata (n) lit. "cloud-walker"; one who lives in the clouds of their own imagination or dreams highest ranking: 692 in Poetry
