Destiny has plans for us all,
But sometimes it throws us like a rag doll,
Letting our hearts get played,
And letting it be ripped to shreds.
A cold storm,
Can come in any form,
Starting off loving,
Then finishing off deadly.
No matter what we do,
Some storm will brew,
And sometimes it will end,
But sometimes we will fall.
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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
