Our hearts are fragile
Worried that every second
It could be broken
Both of us hold the scissors
To cut our hearts to slivers
Our trust torn to shreds more times
Than we can count
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Russian Roulette ||poetry||
PoetryI'm feeling like this is just gonna be a shit post of poetry😅cause I need somewhere to store it all. The theme of this book is very inconsistent, so you know Russian Roulette...🤷
Paper Hearts
Our hearts are fragile
Worried that every second
It could be broken
Both of us hold the scissors
To cut our hearts to slivers
Our trust torn to shreds more times
Than we can count
