WordsA Poem by MacciolaWritten 5/13/15He’s probably glaring at you You don’t want to look Recall the conversation which lead you to die inside again You know the exact moment you made it all go downhill And you whisper, “Oh no,” as if it were only as innocent as a simple exclamation Yet you force yourself to think it over and over until you think about every single detail and interpretation But what’s done is done and your happiness is shattered The glass you’ve been trying so hard to protect is broken under your own influence, and you couldn’t feel dirtier
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Added on September 18, 2017 Last Updated on September 18, 2017 AuthorMacciolaNYAboutHi! This is my writing blog for my favorite collected pieces. I usually write short poems or short stories, and I like to edit others’ writing. Please feel free to tell me what you think! more..Writing
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