The mirror shouts nothing-
But blank and dark,
The reflection shows
how I became lost.
Gone in the midst-
Of the night,
I am done.
Dreaming to shine,
Twinkle a thousand smile-
But I became an unknown without a style.
-roseesesch
YOU ARE READING
Broken
PuisiThis 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...
