My face printed,
Among thousand of others.
Your heart carries sadness,
No longer full of happiness.
Scars;
of mistrust,
Dishonesty,
And hurt.
Broken into smaller pieces.
Through;
Depression,
Discrimination,
And oh Expressions.
The ink holding the pieces together,
Slowly running out.
Blood oozing from veins.
All it's worth is a single dime.
Where do broken hearts go?
For they are Tattooed Hearts.
YOU ARE READING
Tattooed Hearts.
Poésie{Completed} Highest rankings.(26 Sep 2021) #25brokenheart #12writings #56authors #34poets travel through my mind. This is where I share my deepest thoughts, experiences and feelings. Growing up being discriminated, writing has been a way of expressi...
