Heartbreak and woe,
dance unspoken,
across a lovers tongue.
I still love you.
'Is this love?'
I'm gonna miss you.
'Screw you.'
All the words,
left unsaid,
frozen on a former lovers mind.
Something has changed.
'Who is she?'
I'm sorry.
'Fuck you.'
Broken promises,
lies and betrayal,
harden a formers lover's heart.
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Speaking to Lost Souls
PoetryA collection of thoughts and emotion. Forgive me. I have a poet's soul, but not a poet's pen.
