We are a sculpture-
Of a shattered piece.
Made with flaws,
Displayed by name.
We are made by the plan-
Of our maker.
Sculpted by the grief-
Of a lover.
We are the broken art,
Made by a perfect tragedy.
This is an endless agony;
A forever insanity.
-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...
