His Heart was as Cold as the Rivers
His Heart was as Hard as a Stone
But Baby, Did he love me?
His Heart, Were Mine from the Start
But how did she Stole it from me?
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Poetry❝my tears and heart started to write down their own words 'cause my hands refused to do so.❞ Highest Rank: #41 on Poetry by 7-7-17 Written by ellethetic COMPLETED
