Poetry

An artist, broken

​This is a story of girl meets boy

Or boy meets girl; it doesn’t matter. 

But they met and the stars smiled.

All was golden in the sky

When the sun and moon met that night.
This is the story of boy hurts girl

It’s not the other way around.

But they were close and yet so far

All was bright and yet so dark

When the sun’s shadow was no longer in sight.
Thus is the story of how a poet fell

Thus is the story of how words failed

Because words without actions are confusing

And actions without words, even so.

Thus is the story of how he broke me.

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