Water that falls
A chim that sounds
I know these walls
My heart knows no bounds
There is nothing but tears
Someone turned on my faucet
I'm filled with empty years
Someone has bruised my bicep
The sky is grey, and dark
My demons are all I know
I know you've seen the mark
I hate the snow
Mascara down my face
I am nothing, but a disgrace
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Sonnets & Broken Hearts
PoetrySonnets are everything to me and I hope you like these sonnets that I'm writing now
