My heart is broken with out you near.
It needs you here.
There for I fear.
When you aren't I feel it start to crack.
It breaks in half and I am sad.
I cry and cry.
My heart shatters to millions of pieces.
But it still loves you.
With all of the little broken odd shapes.
Because I will always love you.
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My Poems That Kill
PoetryPoems from my heart, brain, imagination. The things people say to me only to use me. I write what my brain says. Most time they are bad or mad, but sometimes they are good and happy.
