Broke
Another..well poem.
Scars are as simple as saying you love me.
The air I breathe is full of broken promises.
Your eyes shine bright against the sun.
The rain makes it hard to not stare at your eyes as the drops cut clear across your glazed eyebrows.
But you broke me with your words and your pain.
I can't tell you enough how much I long to see your face but you broke me down before I got a chance to confess my feeling for you.
Its hard because I'm broken....broken
Enough to not exist any further.
The air I breathe is full of broken promises.
Your eyes shine bright against the sun.
The rain makes it hard to not stare at your eyes as the drops cut clear across your glazed eyebrows.
But you broke me with your words and your pain.
I can't tell you enough how much I long to see your face but you broke me down before I got a chance to confess my feeling for you.
Its hard because I'm broken....broken
Enough to not exist any further.
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