Rip my heart from my torso,
and the only thing you will find
in the stains of blood on the floor,
is your face etched into the crimson lines.
This is my love.
The only one in my heart.
Is this not enough
or must you find yourself
in an overwhelming dark?
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Moonlit Verses
PoetryA collection of poems to ignite the readers passion of relatable experiences and memories
