sometimes having a broken heart isnt all that bad
it gives you the ability to lay all the peices on the ground
so that you can finally see which parts you need
and which parts you liked
before you put it back together
YOU ARE READING
flutter
Poetryhis cruel words were said without stutter as he left me alone without giving me the chance to even mutter so all i can do now is pick my torn apart heart out of the gutter as i spread my singed wings in the hopes to grasp the clouds as i flutter ⭐◾⭐...
