She sits by the window,
Whenever she feels low,
But her sadness is deserved,
Wishing her happiness was preserved,
In the cold parts of her heart,
She's going to tear them apart.
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The Broken Road
Poetry"Sometimes the broken road is the only way home." -Unknown Part Two: I guess I'm in love. --------- A collection of 2018 poems. 3/12/19 #227 in broken 3/13/19 #285 in finding happiness 4/6/19 #5 in living life
Window
She sits by the window,
Whenever she feels low,
But her sadness is deserved,
Wishing her happiness was preserved,
In the cold parts of her heart,
She's going to tear them apart.
