Little did you know?
I’m a broken heart.
Little did you know?
I was ripped apart.
Don’t jump to conclusions,
I did this myself.
Everyday is so hard,
I’m hanged up on a shelf.
Little did you know?
My heart was gold.
Little did you know?
Those tales I’ve told.
The paper is my friend,
So pure.
The pencil is my life,
My only cure.
Little did you know?
I cried today.
Little did you know?
I’ll be your clay.
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A Passionate Soul
PoetryALL RIGHTS RESERVED ©OPYRIGHT RHODA Hello everyone! My name is Rhoda. I love creative writing it's been a part of me since...forever. I hope you like my poems I write and please comment. Do not plagerise. If you use a small piece of a poem or the wh...