If it's my heart you want
You can have it
But it's broken.
YOU ARE READING
Efflorescence
PoetryEverywhere my tears spill, Are buds that are trying to grow. Every bud to be bloomed , Holds an essence of my tears. The path that I've traveled, Leave trails of buds to be bloomed, I've come too far and it's too late, To runaway before this Efflor...
Broken
If it's my heart you want
You can have it
But it's broken.
