Glasses shatter and so does the crowd,
But after that there's no new start.
Roses burn and so does the heart,
But the medicine here is often miles apart.
Things around us and the things we are,
All but strong,
most vulnerable when we're scarred.
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The War Up There
PoetryEverything I feel but was never brave enough to actually say out loud. Hope you can relate I'll update daily!!
