you were broken
so was i
you said you loved me
that was a lie
you needed
someone to fix
i needed
someone who knew
the beauty
of broken things
YOU ARE READING
21st Century Anxiety
PoetryIn these sonnets are... the tears of strong men crying... the pain of proud mothers weeping... the guile of absent fathers lying... the naivety of a young boy loving... and the voices of a thousand students dying... *ONGOING*
