trust.
once it's broken, it's hard to mend,
it's hard to build it as a friend.
broken many times in the past,
just terrorised my mind at last.
with all the emotions thrown in a circle of hurtful feelings,
as i am left with more of pondering.
it hurts and with all my heart, i wish i could take it back.
i wish i could fix up what i lack.
but with a sensitive heart filled up with cracks and loose stitches,
it's difficult as i am filled with dark yet empty pitches.
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Junk ; Poems
Poetryin which i write random poems when i'm sad. filled with emotions and my poetry grows throughout the years.
