She stood
there in the dark
silence was
her only company;
“Breathe,
breathe, let yourself breathe!”
she kept on
saying that to herself
slowly, she
began to collect pieces
of what
seemed to be her heart;
one, two,
three, piece by piece
she counted
all night
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“How can I ever
mend this broken heart?” she asked herself
mixed emotions
rushed in, blocking her clear conscience
words
stumbled, failed her once again
she turned a
page, it was not the end
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“God,
please,,, let it rain
so i can
wash it all away, with one good cry.”
it started
to rain. so hard.
September 15th,
2014
-Anggi
Prasasti-
