She is a book never printed.
A line never heard.
She is the wave in the sea
Up and down,crashing the shore.
She is the broken pieces of glass.
That reflect her own broken smile.
She is the aftermath of a storm.
Shattered , broken and empty.
She is the used toy.
Thrown away to be forgotten.
She is a memory,
One that no one remembers.
-Z
Annnnnnd well that's a start💕 I have read so many books on here and I wanted to do something of my own..anyone or no one who stumbles upon here 💕 thank you for reading it.. it means a lot❤ anything I post here are my feelings in words 💕 I just wanted to share with someone ❤
