Every beating minute

by Rowena Smith   May 20, 2018


Broken is not the word
My heart is torn
That is assured
My soul is lost
My happiness is what it cost
With every beating minute
I am slowly disappearing

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  • 3 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    A very sad write with some nice use of rhyme. I love the formatting, too.

    All the best,
    Ben

  • 5 years ago

    by CânnâBîsh

    I am drawn to this peice because it is relatable . Few words but such a strong emotional pull behind it. Very well.

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