When we were among what we thought
was a billion souls
just like us,
we discovered we had hearts.
And then,
we discovered we can break them.
And so we did.
Just to be the same
as we were before.
YOU ARE READING
Maybe Mondegreen
Poesie"Her night was wasted away on people who live in the day" Free verse, word spill. Poems from a teenage girl about heartbreak, love, sadness, and hope. [[COMPLETED]]
