I can see that clearly
The way they smiled, the way they laughed
They sat there happily
Compared to me right here
Sitting with a grave expression on my face
I could care less what they feel
They are happy
And it tortured ne
Because once upon a time it was me
It was me sitting, smiling and laughing
Once upon a time, it was me not they
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When Broken Pieces Fit
Poetry"Amaze me, inspire me Or simply, Break me They work the same way." This is a collection of poems I wrote way back! They're mostly the poems that I posted on my Mirakee account, if you have one you can check it out!
