A mind so broken
It starts to look fake
A mind so broken
It can’t stay awake
A soul so broken
It fears a tomorrow
A soul so broken
It takes more than it can borrow
A heart so broken
It’s falling apart
A heart so broken
It looks like abstract art
A spirit so broken
It’s lost it’s healing touch
A spirit so broken
It always needs a crutch
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Faedaze
Daisy leaned back against the wall of the window bench, the dress she was embroidering on falling to her lap, all but forgotten. Her gaze rested on the trees just beyond the edge of her garden, watching with dreamlike expression on her face, waiting for something others doubted would ever come.
By Kelsey Clarey5 days ago in Fiction
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