Waking up in the morning.
Please let it be a dream.
Let it be just in my head.
Just another nightmare.
Slowly falling apart.
It is to much for the heart.
It all is so fragile.
Though it is already broken.
Avoiding the mirror.
Not wanting to see any reflection.
Looking at old pictures.
Memories of how it was.
How it was to be whole.
Now it is all broken.
Standing in the shadow.
Where it is cold as snow.
Here I am breaking apart.
It was to much for the heart.
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PoetryIn this book I write all my poetry. Its inspired by my feelings,thoughts and personal experiences. I hope others can relate to it. Happy reading.
