What they don't tell you
is that the older you get
the harder life gets
the bigger the responsibilities
the lower the pay
the more you put in
the less you get out
the more you love
the more you lose
the more of your heart you invest
the more pieces of your soul
are ripped away when your heart
is broken
like plaster they fall away
leaving a shell to hold your dreams
and your heart
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Confessions of a Good Girl: A Poetry Collection
PoetryPoetry from my life written between ages 16 and the present.