A blog for words - poems, short stories, spoken word (https://soundcloud.com/trst94) and more
Saturday, 3 January 2015
OUCH
if something's broken twice,
Does that mean it's in quarters?
I thought I wouldn't care
But now I'm here again
I wish I never was
A year on,
I feel no older
Will I always be like this?
Lovesick
For someone who exists
Forever next to me
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