Sand is like people.
Whilst you can take a handful,
It manages to slip through your hands.
The majority will return to its original home, whilst the odd couple grains will stay.
You can make as many friends as you want in life,
Yet many decide to leave.
Most friends will say their goodbyes and never utter another word, whilst your real ones always stick by your side.
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Bruised
Poetry"You poisoned me with your potion, Hexed me with your love and devotion. Now I lay in pieces, broken and brittle." Bruised is a poetry collection for the broken hearts and disappointed souls. It speaks words of wisdom, words of pain, and words of ad...
