Dawn to Break
I used to be so brave but today, I feel so weak.
I feel like I'm a fragile glass close to breaking. I feel like an ice close to melting.
I feel like shattering into tiny fragments any second from now.
And if I do, please pick me up. Would you pick me up?
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He Who Cried Words
PoetryYou made my eyes cry but never of tears. You stabbed my chest but it never made me bleed. When you broke me apart, you just gave life to an art. When you broke my heart, you only fueled me to write. -E. Pleuvoir Cover made with canva
