BROKEN

I know how to make it rain,
When I’m broken.
I know how to train the clouds,
To open.

I know how to fake a smile,
When I’m broken.
I know how to train my lips,
To open.

I know how to curb my tears,
When I’m broken.
I know how to train my eyes,
To open.

I know how to be happy, but
When I’m broken,
I know how it rains inside.
Too open.

When I’m broken.

© M.H.

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