I come broken,
My heart is open,
For all to see,
But I'm still afraid to be me,
I'm not crying anymore,
Not on the outside like before,
I cry on the inside now,
But you can see it though I don't know how,
You helped me throught it all,
You pick me up when I fall,
You hold my heart in your hand,
With you I'll be in the Promised Land.
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Losing the Luster of Life
PoetryA collections of poems that I had written down in my journal. I finally decided to post them. Enjoy!