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A smile is hard to pour out when your heart has been broken into a million broken pieces but the rains on the other hand, pours in storming down our cheeks as the silent deafening screams of our shattered hearts controls our minds making us desire someone who wrecks the pieces of our hearts. Pieces we scrambled to collect, as we find ourselves doing what we'd ordinarily judge others for...
But instead of that...
I'll let my leaves fall off my branches like a tree and let the seasons change. I'll let things go...
...But before I can...
Let's connect with those words we may fail to utter outside these pages. Let's communicate our pains and desires as the words fill our eyes and touches our hearts. let's find homage in the solitude of the poems till we can hear the leaves fall and see the seasons change.