His tornado
Is still blowing
Washing me away
For what he done
He left without saying goodbye
How could he?
His storm will end dear. And from the wreckage he left in your heart, you'll find the love for yourself he wasn't strong enough to give.
(A comment I got, I love this)
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sad and broken (poetry)
PoetryThis is where I write my pain Making my pain rhyme and poetic This is my book of thoughts My book of pain Hope you enjoy!!
