maybe hearts always
had it in them, that one day,
at a really unexpected moment,
they have to slowly deteriorate into
fine pieces of broken glasses,
scattered into the deepest
and darkest part of the
ocean where the
remnants of
broken hearts
lie beneath.
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beautiful lies
Poetryshattered pieces of your heart is where beautiful lies, lie within. 01/01/19 ©artoxicated