I’m not brokenhearted
but I once was and
I want to always remember and
I want to always hold a piece of it
somewhere within me
so I will always feel
for the brokenhearted
What happens when words whisper? They form poetry. They tell stories. They breathe life. Right here…
I’m not brokenhearted
but I once was and
I want to always remember and
I want to always hold a piece of it
somewhere within me
so I will always feel
for the brokenhearted