Crooked stick still draws a straight line
Broken crayons still color
The smallest star still shines
And a broken heart still loves

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Untamed Thoughts (Poetry)
PoesíaFeelings numb,Thoughts untamed Mind stolen, Body inhabited Memories forgotten, Emotions masked Innocence lost, Soul wandering Heart stopped, Lungs breathing And I am just..... Just.......... We are all different but we all have some things in c...
Still
Crooked stick still draws a straight line
Broken crayons still color
The smallest star still shines
And a broken heart still loves