And what are the colors?
And what are the colors of a broken heart?
the one with no hope? Broken and bruised
left to fend for itself
is it black? Does it mask itself
with the darkness it feels inside
does the good replace the bad?
Is it blue? Where the memories linger
the bruises of its struggle slowly fading
but still present?
or is it maroon? The wounds of its experience
still fresh, always bleeding
feeling it’s every hurt, with every heartbeat
- Author: Nah Hannah ( Offline)
- Published: April 17th, 2024 05:18
- Category: Unclassified
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