"The scars are deep,
They never healed,
They only bleed,
And I still weep,
When of you I think.
You have the knives.
My shield I need.
But we always collide,
This love is real."
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Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken
PoetryMy poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.
Poem 39
"The scars are deep,
They never healed,
They only bleed,
And I still weep,
When of you I think.
You have the knives.
My shield I need.
But we always collide,
This love is real."
