Poetry,
It captures me
The way I think,
The way I see
That struggled look
Upon your face
Brings me a feeling
Of distaste
I hate to see
You walk away
From all we had
From yesterday
Ceramic pieces
Of my heart
Were once as one,
Shattered appart
Im sorry for
The things I said
Rewind the tape,
Play it again
Our broken record
Plays a song
Of everything
That we did wrong
Youre gone
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