The skies cried.
She smiled in pain.
Nothing could take this away.
Her hearts pieces, scattered around.
Nothing could bring it together.
But the sound of, tapping.
The rain sliding down the glass pane.
"What a shame.
No one knows my name.
Therefore, I must be a ghost.
That has never become a host.
For my heart is scattered.
And my soul is shattered."
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Life Of Reality
PoetryPoems. From young to old. Happy to unhappy. Friends to family. Poetry to many lines of words. Only one author to write it all. ×××× Ranks: #27 in meaning
