Broken

Broken short poem

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Heart burning bad, her eyes wanna cry
Carving for death bt for some she wanna try
Again she takes a chance bt no one to rely
Everything is fine, to herself she lie.

People around name her a heart breaker
Herself broken into pieces she is her own care taker.
Hoping that someday there will be someone to guard
For him she ll pour out her heart

Till that time she is trying damn hard
To achieve her life’s happiness card
All black she wanna paint an art
Once from this depression she will get apart

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Donna Saphier
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Very interesting poem, well done xx😂

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