It was you who couldn't be there,
So why are you pulling out your own hair?
Begging me to be out of your head soon,
Crying in your bedroom,
Can't you see that's not fair?
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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...
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It was you who couldn't be there,
So why are you pulling out your own hair?
Begging me to be out of your head soon,
Crying in your bedroom,
Can't you see that's not fair?
