It's as if our relationship is seasonal.
For awhile, our leaves are a vibrant emerald,
Firmly set on our branches.
For awhile, our leaves shift to a golden hue,
Falling from our stable branches.
But then our leaves vanish,
Gone from our frail branches.
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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...
