He used to find my broken pieces charming
He thought he could glue me back together
He never bothered to reach deeper then the smile he crafted for me
I thought maybe he could truly fix me
But instead, he realized all too late
That I was shattered China with hundreds of broken bits
So many that the pattern no longer looked pretty to him
And yet it was so easy to find some double - sided tape
And fix me without him
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PoetryMy poems I have made and I want to share it with the world in hopes it will bring you joy but sometimes sadness and you can sometimes relate to them Biggest rating out of this book #99 everything out of 562 stories ranking Other Rankings I have on...
