"A tear fell,
From my cheek,
To your grave.
A Rose bloomed,
Out of my pain,
Out of the gore.
The steams were thorned,
They became my throne,
Of sadness.
They were thousands.
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Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken
PoetryMy poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.
Poem 38
"A tear fell,
From my cheek,
To your grave.
A Rose bloomed,
Out of my pain,
Out of the gore.
The steams were thorned,
They became my throne,
Of sadness.
They were thousands.
