Fallen are the trees
As they never made a sound,
Broken are their branches
As they lay upon the ground.
Taken was the growth
Before they ever touched the sun.
Shadowed by the elders;
Feelings all are left undone.
Fallen are these angels
As their faith was never found,
Broken are their wings
As they lay there all around.
Taken by the devils
Before understanding has become,
Shadowed by the presence
Never thinking they could run.
Happy is the place
Minds disembark to forget,
Reality escaped
Away from things they can't accept.
Fallen are the trees
As they never made a sound,
Broken are their branches
As they lay upon the ground.
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Tainted From a Broken Heart - Poems
PoetryWhen one has their heart broken one too many times, then they become prone to letting go the next person they fall for a little easier. Possibly they no longer feel or maybe they fear from it happening again. Emotionally numb or snake bitten, their...
