Head scattered,
Body beat
By life's shotty feet.
I'm flattered by so little
But I'm brittle to what matters.
My head is a broken case
But inside is open space
Where I can fly to the stars,
When I sleep my soaked face.
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Tainted From a Broken Heart - Poems
PoetryWhen one has their heart broken one too many times, then they become prone to letting go the next person they fall for a little easier. Possibly they no longer feel or maybe they fear from it happening again. Emotionally numb or snake bitten, their...
Defeated
Head scattered,
Body beat
By life's shotty feet.
I'm flattered by so little
But I'm brittle to what matters.
My head is a broken case
But inside is open space
Where I can fly to the stars,
When I sleep my soaked face.