Broken
Broken windows, broken doors, holes in the walls, glass on the floors.
Two broken people with two broken hearts, maybe these two are better off apart.
For broken wings make it hard to flyand not all broken things heal with time.
For broken is not the true finality but in my case a very sad reality.
Still in the end I will be as good as new knowing I will never be as broken as you.
By: Angela Holcomb
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