Myriads of hearts
Lay upon your feat
Shattered
Broken
Ruined
But your crystalline eyes
Coloured with defeat
Made me realise
That maybe
Just maybe
You lost to
The day
I lost
You
YOU ARE READING
Less Than A Century
PoetryA collection of words I decided to call poetry. It takes only one To break To fix To live To die for To strive To be cruel To finally break To complete A Century
