Written by Jacob Ibrag

I used to look at her and think she was

my end all be all. I would’ve done anything

for that heart till it broke mine. A million

pieces scattered in the wind. Maybe one

day they’ll recollect and form something

different. Never the same though, some

pieces would always remain missing.

Photographer Unknown


17 comments on “Missing

  1. sueashby7

    I love the way you speak of deception and the broken heart. It flows very well with no wasted words. I could see all those shards. Keep up the great poetry.

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  2. If you seek love outside ,its sure to happen

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  3. beautiful broken

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  4. wolfsbanepoetry

    I really feel this right now!

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  5. Short but deep – nice

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  6. Nice one – a piece always missing! – will follow. Glad you liked my post https://davekingsbury.wordpress.com/2016/06/08/renga-2/

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  7. Such beautiful words 🙂

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  9. This is amazing! The words are perfectly in place. 🙂 Great job!

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