They broke my heart, I fell apart but it was my choice,
I couldn’t cry for help I had lost my voice.
The pain was so bittersweet it was joyous,
Who knew the ones you love would destroy us?
The broken mirror always has the best image of a person,
It shows you how cruel or loving a person can be for some reason.
It’s best you brace yourself for the impact,
But the basic requirements you lack.
When a heart is broken, it comes back twisted and covered in stitches,
It’s old, dirty, cold and at times it glitches.
We come back cautious and hoping for persons not to make the same mistake,
We are the kind of persons who can’t afford another heartbreak.
Pieces of me here, pieces of me there, pieces of me everywhere,
No one, I mean no one just seems to care.
My heart is covered in chains and locks that won’t hold for a lifetime to come,
And now I have to steal a heart from someone.
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-KENZO
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Soulful Whispers
PoetryA small town boy from the Caribbean sharing what's in his expressive mind and broken heart ❤Highest rank #1 in Poetry for 3 weeks❤
