Your words stabbed me like fire,
It stings but I want to feel-
The truth that you brought.
I know I'm not a flower-
That will bloom in the midst of summer,
But you slapped me and told me I can't grow even in a lovely winter.
I'm not a star that will shine,
And look down on you-
Because I will never twinkle and smile at the top.
I will always have the worst poem-
Minding that I'm not good
that I should stop.
-roseesesch
YOU ARE READING
Broken
شِعرThis 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...
