"What destroyed me,
Was not love,
But the hurt,
That came after,
You left,
And the tears,
That I shed,
Of blood they were."
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Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken
PoetryMy poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.
Poem 30
"What destroyed me,
Was not love,
But the hurt,
That came after,
You left,
And the tears,
That I shed,
Of blood they were."
