I don't write like I used to anymore,
I lost touch when you walked out of that door,
it's too much but my eyes aren't sore,
I cry only when it rains and pours,
I pray my tears flows alongside ashes- of the dead,
because that's what you are to me now, dead.
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My Heartbreak Chronicles And Others (COMPLETED)
Poetry(COMPLETED) in reality, you're the villain tormenting my thoughts day and night. but surprisingly; in my dream, you were the hero that got me back on track. S a m m e e h a p o e t r y Ps: we've all been through heartbreak intentionally and unintent...
