Broken mind, broken heart, my soul is crumbling, falling apart.
You played me here, you played me there, only now of your game, am I aware.
Yet every time you come around the corner, I play it again. It seems never will I ever, achieve being your 'has been.'
YOU ARE READING
Poetry & Songs
PoetryWhen I feel something, I write it down, so it can be felt again.
