She walks alone
In the walk of shame
On the broken glass, her emotions have given her
On the thorns from the blackest roses
from ideas and friends that died along the way from childhood to adulthood
She walks alone to find her home that she never did
She walks alone under the moon because it is the only one that has the ability to understand her
Shy
like the moon
She comes out only at night
She walks alone at night so that nobody will see her tears
She sees a shape out in the dark
It is he
The home that she's been looking for all this time
The comfort zone that she'd never felt before
He too is broken
Broken by society
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PoetryLove poems. This will also be depressing because all of my other ones are depressing.
