At exact 12 midnight-
I fooled myself and bleed.
I pictured us walking on the street,
Holding hands and were so sweet.
Giving thoughts,
Sharing laughs.
We offered our love,
And that was enough.
It was a windy night-
When we conquered all our freight.
We became bold and brave,
That was really my fave.
We were so magical-
With our love that was classical.
Just when I thought we are fearless,
I came back to my senses.
-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...
