Falling,
Tearing,
Shattering,
Her heart is in pieces,
Her mind is scattered,
Her body is scarred,
Tears fall silently,
Hiding in the shadows,
She weeps amongst the willows,
Shivering from the icy cold breeze,
Or is it from the water droplets that cease to stop pouring, from her.
None would ever be able to tell what lurks behind that plastic mask.
What seems like an impossibility but is simple a reality.
She's in her own little crumbling world.....Her sacred ground....
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My Poems
PoetryThis is just a collection of my poems, more will be added as I write them. I hope they are ok, I'd love to be a poet/writer. I appreciate any and all input/feedback/advice/opinions, etc. (even if they are putting down my poems)
