How do you look at my beautiful?
Do you compare it to hers?
Or see it in only one light?
I am the beautiful that soars
But no longer against a storm
You held my beautiful and took it away
You made me chase you
My wings are broken
The storm was too harsh
My beautiful was broken
And now my heart
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I really like this poem!! 🙂 Im sorry if someone has broken your heart, but if they havent figured out by now what they are missing, then theres no use trying to to make them. Just hold ur head up high and pretend like you dont care, its worked for me so far!
Thanks for the advice and my other poem was better but thank you.