I got a pen
And a scratched paper,
I cried about forever.
I gave my whole
But you needed more,
Say it loud and search me in the crowd.
Lots of memories
Painted in my ceiling,
As I stare-
Everything seems clear.
Warm eyes
And broken voice,
Welcomed your smile-
As you leave my life.
-roseesesch
YOU ARE READING
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...
