The Arrow
Right through the heart
Right in the centre
Spreading darkness
Surely forever
Taking it as the target
The archer shoots
Leaving me on my knees
My heart broke
A Fake Smile
Tears down my eyes
With it all my sorrows
But there's always that
The piece that never leaves
And all the mental breakdowns
All through the years
Immediately disappears
With that simple fake smile :)
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Bottomless Pit
PoetryThis is a book of short poems that I occasionally write. They don't really have a specific type, just random emotions that I feel are portrayed here.
