Shattered

Broken.

I am broken.

I am hurting.

A shattered glass because of a love that didn't last.

Sweet memories gone sour with the taste of a ripe lemon.

Frgid, piercing pain that enveloped my heart and turned it stone cold.

Green weeds of envy that slowly suffocated the vibrant, blossoming dreams I once dreamt.

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Leigh the African Goddess

WOW REALLY AMAZING

Rays0fJoy

Thank you so much!!!!

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