I use to be nice and sweet,
But you broke my neck,
You broke my beak,
I was a caged Bird that won't sing,
For you stole what was important to me,
You took my heart and tore it apart,
Ripped off my wings,
And all my other useful things,
And left me here,
Full of fear,
All alone with no home,
Where only my demons can touch me...
~A.R.M~
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The broken Poet
I write lots and lots of poetry and had no place to ever put it so mabey I'll put it all here?
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