I've watched the sun rise
& how it sets.
Like how our happiness—
settles the rests.
We love how we're also loved
but it's not always like that
We love people even though—
we can't truly love ourselves.
We give and give,
until nothing is left.
We fight and fight
despite it's not right.
The sun has set
but it rises again.
You fell,
but hope is still there.
YOU ARE READING
Breaking Up
Poetry"Hand me the pieces- of my heart, i'll mend it- all by myself." Poetry 2016 @powderspgnbb
