I cried to write,
But my words bled when I tried to fight.
I painted my tears,
And finished it after a year.
I saw my dream,
And realized we are parting our way.
I am accursed-
For feeling less and bruised.
I lie and love;
I'm deficient and brave.
I sleep to death.
And dreamed to reverse the pain.
-roseesesch
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Broken
PoetryThis poem is written by my thoughts, past and heartbreaks. This is where I put all the bleeding words in my head. A broken poem from a broken pen. And this poem is not just for me. I also write to rescue those dying hearts. I write for those who can...
