Ripped apart like shattered glass,
Before we reflected a colour,
Now a complete rainbow...
Memories drift off like an expensive perfume,
Before like a banquet of flowers,
Now just flat emptiness...
Looking down the memory lane,
With twists and turns and flat lanes,
We have seen it all,
Yet we choose to forget...
Promises are just words,
Strung messily into statements,
They never stood a chance,
To hold our broken paths...
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Amateur poems
Poetry'I walk alone with bruises and scars, some over my body and some inside of me' TRIGGER ALERT!! Do not read if you get easily disturbed with topics like racism, rape, depression, sucide and death.. *Winner of Equestrian awards!! *2nd place in the BLO...
