Through the window
he flew in
Squishing himself deep into my heart
But it never meant anything to him,
I was just a doll that could be played with and recycled,
And like every story goes
he found himself a new and improved Barbie doll.
He spread his angelic wings
and flew way from me without a single ounce of regret.
Leaving me with a hole in my soul and a broken heart
As he beat his wings
away into the dark.
-Diana 🚀🍃
Remember to VOTE and COMMENT 🖤
Heads up the next one is kinda long but descriptive and creative ♠️
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The Abyss Of Thoughts
Poetry"Looking at my reflection, I realize that in the ungrateful end, Between the old me and the new and improved me, The real me has disappeared. What is left for me? My real identity doesn't exist anymore, Only in past memories, I have become my worst...
