Torn Land Poem by Broken heart emo

Hollow winds, deserted playgrounds,
Gentle hearts;
S h a t t e r e d

Tiny little hands, trembling with fear,
Puffy eyes telling heart-rending stories.

Colors drained from the sky,
Broken butterfly wings S c a t t e r e d on the ground.

Rosy cheeks smudged with dirt,
Fake smiles painted on their faces.

Flowers withered away;
Clouds threatening to pour,
Hearts hardened with hate.

No one offers a helping hand,
Because love is impossible in this torn land.