"There's a scar,
In my heart,
So deep,
Makes me cry.
Poor of me,
Nursing wounds,
That are not even mine.
This beating,
Wounded heart,
Doesn't belong to me,
Is not mine."
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Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken
PoetryMy poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.
Poem 59
"There's a scar,
In my heart,
So deep,
Makes me cry.
Poor of me,
Nursing wounds,
That are not even mine.
This beating,
Wounded heart,
Doesn't belong to me,
Is not mine."
