It was supposed to be true love,
Our hearts entwined around each other.
They formed as one beating together. ,
You ripped mine out of my chest.
The passion we once has is gone,
Now you look at me as if i was a ghost in the night.
The love we had is well and truly gone,
Berried six feet under ground,
I lay it to rest Like it was death.
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Poetry Collection : Volume 1
PoetryI have decided to put my poems into one place so that it is much easier to find and read. These poems can vary between sad, happy to death and being alive. They can relate to life problems such as depression and health issues but they can also rela...
