All I have left of us are broken things.
My heart, my faith, my smile.
The painfully relatable poems I wrote for you.
The picture of us that holds so many memories.
My teddybear that's soaked in tears I cried for you.
The presents, the lovely thoughts.
Yet after all the damage you've done,
I'd cry a 1000 more tears just to see you again.
YOU ARE READING
Behind The Bones And Heart
PoetryBehind The Bones And heart is a poetry book written by Stitchedheartzz. This work of art is a work in process. Every day I will add a new poem to this book. (every day until I feel like the book has enough chapters.) I'm just writing down how I feel...
