Whether you're a fan or piercings or not,
We all have one.
Though it may not be on your nose, your ears, your lip, or even your tongue,
Our hearts are pierced, decorated from our trauma.
Though they do not decorate our exterior,
Our interior is well and truly wounded.
Our hearts are pierced all the time,
Prone to infection.
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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...
