There he left me
Discarded
Without a word
Like a broken glass on the sidewalk
Pieces every which way.
Jagged little fragments
With no intention
Or possibility
Of putting itself back together.
I'm losing faith.
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 6:17 PM UTC
There he left me
Discarded
Without a word
Like a broken glass on the sidewalk
Pieces every which way.
Jagged little fragments
With no intention
Or possibility
Of putting itself back together.
I'm losing faith.
Copyright 2015 Monica Figueroa
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