And everyday,
She stands at her balcony,
Taking in the city breeze,
And hearing what the world has to say.
With each passing hour,
The thoughts of him continue to fade,
But with each passing hour,
Her day turns sour.
She won't admit,
But she misses him still,
The kisses he gave,
And how their hearts just fit.
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The Broken Road
Poetry"Sometimes the broken road is the only way home." -Unknown Part Two: I guess I'm in love. --------- A collection of 2018 poems. 3/12/19 #227 in broken 3/13/19 #285 in finding happiness 4/6/19 #5 in living life
