Heartbroken,
I tried hiding my heart in a closet.
Armored it, never to be broken again.
But that didn't stop love,
It found me and cracked my armor.
Finding my weakness, it invaded
making me vulnerable and broke through.
~Unfortunate Poet
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Poetry By UnfortunatePoet
Poetry#7 in Poetry (17/09/2016) Poetry is the painting that I make on the eyes of the beholder, to reach their soul. I try hard imagining things, getting into character, to pen down these poems. But it's strangely true, every piece of my work has a bit...
