i was a girl
with messy hair and
my walls up high.
i was a girl with a smile and
a heart protected behind bars.
but hearts are made to be broken
he whispered.
and that was the beginning
of our demise.
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broken dreams
Poetryshe held his hand he held hers. they crumbled together until they were nothing but broken dreams. ... a collection of poems.