and so she lies on her bed,
staring at the ceiling all night.
she clutches her heart,
only to realize its beating
didn't feel all right.
the girl stares deep into her dark soul,
seeing as her heart has shattered.
she sees the pieces around,
all scattered.
she takes out the needle and string
she calls "hope" and "strength",
and she stitches the pieces back,
containing the pain within.
the girl does this continously,
hoping for one day someone will rebuild her heart.
she does this continously,
careful not to break it entirely apart.
and so she lies on her bed,
staring at the ceiling all night.
she clutches her heart,
knowing she'll never be alright.
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1. Drowning | ✓
Poetryin which she writes poems to show others they're not alone. all rights reserved 2016 LeiLani N. [Cover by @lets-defeat-the-huns] {Highest ranking: #21//poetry}
