I created your painting using every shade that you came in.
I did it because I loved every part of you.
Even the parts that broke me down and made me feel worthless.
Even the dark palette,
I learned to love.
YOU ARE READING
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...
