It's been a year-
I cried for seconds
to pass me like hours.
I still recall,
The shadow in the mirror
is broken and dark.
Remembering us,
I still want to go back
to the place of wounds and dusk.
-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...
