Mearly Bent Poem by Brooke Harms

Mearly Bent



Though he left me yesterday,
I am finding that I will be okay.

Of course I love the time we spent,
there for I am not broken, mearly bent.

I'll miss him, but never forget him,
I'm different now than then.

Here, I stand for love to come in,
to sooth me, not broken, just mearly bent.

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