I was left by the moment,
I was locked by my dreams-
In a cage of pure darkness.
I was striving to be an art,
Bleed a thousand words,
But then, I was born with doubts.
What a lovely scene-
Seeing you so happy,
Mocking at me that I can do nothing.
I was left by the moment,
I was locked by my dreams-
In a cage of pure darkness.
-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...
