Wicked love. I thought it wouldn't hurt,
Only made my heart a hole and burnt.
Now's turn to cold eerie deadly corpse,
Our love was close, nearly an almost.
Bitterly smiled on the thought of you,
Promised I wouldn't find someone new.
But I will grow without your water,
I'd be the same without an alter.
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Transcript Of Her Heart
PoetryRipples within this such tragedy, Turns art in the shades of poetry. "For my lover who devoided my heart, my seas been broken from keeping you ashore." [COMPLETED]
