It's funny how the spot in her heart that used to be yours got replaced so easily by the scraps of someone else's heart.
The heart that once fluttered by the sound of your name now beats by the sound of someone else's voice.
The world that once revolved around you defied gravity, switching on its own axis.
While she was waiting for you, she had discovered someone else.
And you wished she would go back to waiting.
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Fragments - daily dose of poetry and prose
PoetryYour daily dose of poetry and prose! (and maybe a glimpse to what's happening in my life.) It's basically a collection of my writings. May they give you a sense of comfort that you are not alone in the battle you are constantly fighting. Here's to...
