I was Once a Clay
Put Together by You
While you fix me
You were Makin' your Hands Dirty
But Poor you,
You were Oblivious
And took focus on me
And you Shaped me Perfectly
Still, You Forgot the Hole Inside.
Why always focus on the Outside?
And Inside,
I was Broken.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry❝my tears and heart started to write down their own words 'cause my hands refused to do so.❞ Highest Rank: #41 on Poetry by 7-7-17 Written by ellethetic COMPLETED
