by Poet Sheba

Used to be happy with my memories
Now I can't sleep, for those memories are broken
9 months
The cycle of life ended before it's time
Aborted into the empty sky
Reaching out in a slient plea
My questions go unanswered
Dreams are still broken
Our love torn from its safe haven
Tears turning red, staining future memories with burning agony
One day those tears will turn white
I still mourn for love like a lost child in a sea of broken dreams

Broken by Poet Sheba

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