you tore apart,
my paper heart,
with words that I was dreading,
now all that's left,
of love unsaid,
is dead and made for shredding.
like cursed confetti,
tossed and thrown,
at a doomed and dismal wedding.
~unknown
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Written Words | Poetry
Poetrythere is freedom waiting for you, on the breeze of the sky, and you ask "what if i fall?" oh but my darling, what if you fly? -e.h {all lowercase intended}
