Watch the pictures on the wall
Fade from color
Become the black and white portraits
Betraying the lies
Exposing the inside
Of a raw and bleeding broken heart.
Like the wave of breaking screams
My heart falls from heaven
And crashes into the rocks
Called a little bit of reality.
A broken heart counts to new beginnings
And with new beginnings comes
Newer challenges to begin.
What are we with this disease
Called the Teenage Heart break
Like a lost photograph
Of you smiling without a care in the world?
Comments?
Comments
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Awesome poem, quiet beautiful! Keep up the good work!
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I love your word choices
You have expressed yourself
perfectly this piece is
so raw and real--I feel you!
Impressive!
Thank you for sharing
~Pastel
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