My love , do you remember the afternoons of October? You used your beautiful mind to crave a heartbreak. For some time all i did was bathe in indecision as to utter the words to soothe you or to recreate the sadness your heart had created. I still smiled through the scars of bloody scratches on the side of my arms.
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My love , do you remember? - (a short poem)
RomantikJust a short poem on something that I went through in the last few month , a collection of each month of how I fell in love so brutally with someone whom I'd let them drag me to hell just so I could hold his hand on the way down. Here I leave a pa...
