Tell me your side,
Tell me the rest.
Tell me how you hate me,
Come on, get it off your chest.
Tell me I'm sick,
Tell me I'm broken.
But let us not forget the words that was spoken.
It was you who played games,
It was you who shattered me.
But it's you who is happy,
And me who is in misery.
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Bruised
Poetry"You poisoned me with your potion, Hexed me with your love and devotion. Now I lay in pieces, broken and brittle." Bruised is a poetry collection for the broken hearts and disappointed souls. It speaks words of wisdom, words of pain, and words of ad...
