Broken glass, broken hearts
Nothing hurts me like I'm starving
Endless trains, moving cars
Everyday is never far
As close as I come to you, I know it can't be soon
When I chose to change, I was thinking of you
YOU ARE READING
Twisted
PoetryThis is just an emotional outlet for me. P.S. I think I might be bipolar. It is completed until I feel like writing another poem, which I might tomorrow. Please, don't steal any of my work. Thank you **Images are taken from the internet. I do not o...
