She was broken once.
She searched for her pieces,
Hoping to be whole again.
Someone picked them up
But got cut by the shards
So he dropped them,
Making them shatter even more.
Someone came and healed his hand.
Soon, they fell in love
And she was alone again.
- bee.
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Heart Strings
PoetryPoetry and prose about every little thing in love: The good. The bad. The sweet. The bitter. Cover by: @delinxent
