I was ripped apart
Pieces of me lying dead on the ground
With delicate touches
I put myself back together
And shape the heart I once had
Now that you're here with me
Promise me you won't break me
Like what my previous lover did to me
YOU ARE READING
Purple Hyacinth
Puisi[First of The "Hyacinth" Poetry Book Series] I once wished that we won't wither. But I'm sorry, I guess those flowers were us after all.
