The Day After
His touch
His kiss
His hugs
Don’t miss
His silent
His violent
Egoist
I hate
His lies
And betrayal
Those tears
Empty nights
He left
Heart was broken
And then I was free
To go
And to try
To do different things
To search
And to find
And spread
Broken wings
To reach
And to do
So many new things
Copyright © Elizabeth Jubenville | Year Posted 2013
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