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Poetic T May 20
My pen is my shield,


and my words
             my armour.
Cat Lynn Jul 2019
I was dropped...
And now thought to be broken

But I'm still in one piece
However, now dented

But even broken and dented things can be fixed a mended
With time, wounds can heal
"Did you fall for the brains?"

No. I fell for his soul. I fell for the person behind the facade. I fell for his cries behind smiles. I fell for his pains behind jokes.

It was beautiful - falling for someone who is as dented as you are.

— The End —