Your smile that grew old,
Your words that never knew hurt,
Your eyer that never saw bad
Had all disappeared.
You stand before me
As if you beseech me
But I'm right here,
Then, what is it
That you're searching?
Am I not the one
Or, are you just lost?
Do you see me
Or, have I crippled your senses?
Your conscience is flattering
But at the moment,
you seem just like me,
A lost soul in hope.
Should I go
When you beckon me close
Or, should I run,
For you might not be mine anymore?
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The Broken Soul
PoetryIt's a collection of poems written by the 'Peace Finder' in pursuit of herself. It doesn't matter if you are a lost soul or already a well bloomed flower, you will find her work relatable and heartfelt. Her poem are not long and you can definetly s...
