The bumps can bruise
this morning to a victim
melody, and shed
a tear muse; couldn't my heart
imagine I felt wretch all
of something broken.
Beats felt all of fairytales,
but I was naive to
the insecurities brought
never couldn't imagine
this heart waking to morning .
Author notes
Prompt:
(3) word prompt: Her Broken Melody
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A contest entry
- Quickie! by T.o.r.t.u.r.e..
575 points, ended June 10, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
