You lit
my fading gleam,
You gave a chance
to my empty dream.
I am the old star
dying in the far;
Then you wished
and turned me into furnished.
Let me sing my gratitude
and play with your words-
Thank you
for being more than good.
-roseesesch
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Rhyneebelles this is for you <3
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...
