I woke up, facing the cracked window.
It wasn't well lit, though.
For I woke up very early in the morning,
Wondering and stuff, maybe mourning.
I saw my shattered heart, cracked like my window, lying in the cold hard ground.
I sighed and walked towards it, then caressed it with a frown.
Oh, my poor hands are bleeding.
I thought they cared, but who am I kidding?
-Ploys.
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Writer's Block.
PoetryGrammatically incorrect drabble and stuff that talks about bullshits like love, sadness and the likes. Some aren't mine, so, yeah. -Ploys