He stopped haunting her dreams,
He stopped hurting her heart,
But has he stopped thinking of her?
Was their love nothing but rusted beams?
Being outside of his arms,
Makes her feel lost,
But being inside them,
Makes everyone sound their alarms.
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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
