we are all broken glass
that was discarded by the street side
in hopes that someone else
would pick it up
but no one wants to get cut
so they walk far away from where we lay
our glass bones shattered,
our translucent hearts broken
ignored and forgotten,
we lay as waste
as cars drive over us
and people ignore our existence
but we're too jagged
to cry out for help
so we lay by the street side
as discarded broken glass
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Another Broken Eternity
Poetrythis is poetry in the sense that everything broken is poetic. a collection of poems about love, betrayal, hope, and broken dreams inspired by milk and honey by rupi kaur. #137 in poetry - 09/15/17 #229 in poetry - 12/25/17 #118 in poetry - 01/13/18...
