I live
With faith,
Born to follow my fate.
Our world is a stage
Of letting go-
Our life is sentenced
To hold on.
We are bruised
And destined to lose,
We only focus
On our ride like circus.
Our nature is weak
And everyone is fake,
So made up your mind
To lose or to hold?
-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...
