Hearts are broken,
by things unspoken,
and also by what was said.
The love was greeting,
but also fleeting,
as hearts are left for dead.
Time moves on,
yet love is gone,
As one tries to start anew.
A feeling lost,
'twas such a cost,
Only from clash of view.
About Me
- Poet-o-matic
- I'm a college student right now at Rutgers University majoring in Ecology and Natural Resources. I usually do creative writing as a pastime (when the creativity is flowing). I absolutely love piano. The piano link on my profile is a recording of me playing Ludovico Einaudi's "Primavera". As I normally say, this phrase sums me up: a procrastinator who's making the world a better place, one smile at a time.
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