Shattered glasses don't make mirrors
Broken vases don't fill up
Torn up petals don't make flowers
Ripped up pages don't work in class
Time once spent doesn't come back
Words once spoken don't return back.
If you are the reason
of someone's tears;
maybe you'll drown in Hell.
That easily, you can't end it all
So in the end,
Just a sorry won't make me well.
A/N: This is the start of a lil short poem series...
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Poetry"Is happiness really a myth". A collection of the most cherished pieces of my soul: my poems. The things I wrote when I loved, when I hated, when I raged, when I dared and when from reality, I escaped. My poems are a way for me to get away from the...
