I broke us
Like the glass I dropped
We shattered
And the pieces were left behind
To scar when I think of you
Every time
The shards pierce my steps
I remember
How beautiful we were
But we burnt too bright
Then
We burnt out
Maybe
I should clean up the broken glass
YOU ARE READING
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Poetryтнε sмιℓε ση мү ғαcε ωιℓℓ נυsт gσ αωαү σηε ∂αү, ιт ιsη'т нαя∂ тσ ωαsн σғғ ραιηт
