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#Poetry. The pain of a broken relationship can drive you into another's arms. But what happens if you go back? What about their feelings?
#Poetry. The pain of a broken relationship can drive you into another’s arms. But what happens if you go back? What about their feelings?
Did you tell her you came to me with broken wings? Did you tell her you were heartbroken n told me things?
Did you tell her that I tended to that broken mind n heart? Did you tell her that I listened to you and opened my heart?
Did you tell her you learned to laugh, learned to love again? Did you tell her you learned to see the colors of life again?
Did you tell her that I brushed the cobwebs away, Did you tell her that I made you smile, come what may?
Did you tell her that you now healed and sealed, went right back Did you tell her that you left me hurt n broken, in my lil shack?
Did you tell her that I still cry myself to sleep Did you tell her that I now have a lifetime to weep?
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Trigger Warning: This deals with mental trauma and depression, and may be triggering for survivors.
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