I came home,
With my heart hurting like hell.
But, with the most tragic
Of stories to tell.
So, with my soul crumbling
Right inside of me,
I let the hurt bleed,
In the form of poetry.
YOU ARE READING
⭐ S a c c h a r i n e . ⭐
Poetry"Maybe the purpose of life, Isn't a definite aim, But, to stumble upon a place, That numbs your pain" ✒Copyrights © 2017 to @LittleMissSunshinine of Wattpad. ✒*Highest rank - 10 in poetry on 6/6/17. * First Place Winner of...
