Poetry

A Story to Tell.

And when they

Ask why when

She opens her

Mouth she only

Spills poetry,

She replies,

“My Heart broke

One too many times.

Now every piece has

A story to tell.

Poetry gives the story

Character.”

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Poetry

What Heartbreak looked like.

When I’d told her I understood, I’d lied.

I hadn’t any idea what heartbreak looked like.

I hadn’t known looking into the mirror

Looked like staring at a corpse.

I hadn’t known heartbreak looked like

A decaying mass of red in the cavity

Where your heart is supposed to be.

I hadn’t known what heartbreak looked like then.

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Poetry

Summer’s here.

And, when he turned

The corner and found

Summer standing

At the bend of the road,

He exhaled slowly and realised

He could get over the disappointing past.

The seasons were changing.

Summer was just around

The corner afterall.🐚

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