Broken,
A pencil lead.
Sharpened now,
But shorter than.
Broken,
Reduced to shards of glass,
New one bought,
Never again the authentic self.
Broken,
Pieces of paper.
Taped together,
Horrid transparency breaking apart.
Broken,
A toy figurine.
Glued it up,
Now drools falling down.
Broken,
All things in general.
Can be fixed,
The damage would still be seen.
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A Whole New Poet-Try
PoetryI'm trying to start a new poetic collection again. But this time, I'm just posting my favourites of my favourites. So might not have a lot :/
