You gave me a broken heart,
And it came with poetry,
You broke my soul,
And came an explosion of words,
Your memories became the force that moves my hand,
And you are stained forever,
On the papers I cried on.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryThings I write in the middle of the night when I can't sleep or whenever I feel the need to put my heart into words. Poems•Prose•Short Stories•Artworks
