first and last
they say the luckiest people,
are those who
have been loved first.
for they have been
loved by a heart,
that was never broken – until them.
but I think the luckiest people,
are those who
have been loved last.
for even in pieces
of such shattered heart,
it still knows how to love
as if it's never broken,
as if though it was still whole.
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Evanescence (Poetry & Prose)
Poetrythere is so much i want to tell you, yet i have no voice to say. then words came to the rescue, and poetry has it all became. ➿ to all our constants who treated us as temporary ➿ Highest Rank: #6 in Literary & 3 in Short Poetry (tags) #11 in Broken...
