In the broken sad teen

They would just sit and wait,
When things to like and hate,
Thrown away and forsake,
Deep in the endless lake,

Will never float or seen,
Even hundred years been,
Sunken deep yet within,
In the broken sad teen.

Published by Ally L. Mare

A writer, poet, content writer and a cloud filled with ideas! View all posts by Ally L. Mare

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