You say that you can fix this,
But how can you when it's me that's broken?
A frame of glass cannot be mended once shattered,
And neither can the things that you have done to me.
You beg, plead, grovel on your knees
But the sobs coming from you are the same lines I hear every time.
Maybe, if I let you
This mess that you created could be fixed.
But I will never be.
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Raindrops on the Window
PoetryRomantic and a bit depressing poetry that I wrote about my... experiences :P Enjoy, comment, vote
