It seems as if,
Nothing can fix her.
And I try,
And I try to rip off her layers,
And save her,
From herself.
But I cannot.
I am broken now,
Without her.
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Wilted
PoetryShe couldn't see him, But she was all he could see. Raw Poetry, by: Mae Ethlyn
Him
It seems as if,
Nothing can fix her.
And I try,
And I try to rip off her layers,
And save her,
From herself.
But I cannot.
I am broken now,
Without her.