A broken mirror
a bleeding fist.
A silver blade
against a fist.
Tears falling down
to lips unkissed.
She is not the girl
you'll come to miss.
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Maybe I'm Insane
PoetryMaybe I'm insane, but aren't we all a bit. Here's a look inside my crazy mind. My hopes, my fears, my problems all out there for you to see. It's not all pretty and it's not all nice, but it's the truth. I won't blame society for these things, becau...
