ninety three: poisoned poems

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i used to write poetry
about the way you moved my heart
and from my heart
it seemed like it all just poured into my hands
and i created the most beautiful artwork
now i write poetry
about how you spoiled my soul
and poisoned my heart
and emptied my lungs
the pain reaches into my hands
and all i can create
is words about the devastating memories of you
that come to mind

The Stages of Heartbreak and Grief of Who I Once WasOnde as histórias ganham vida. Descobre agora