Love is like a broken bottle,
One crack grows to another.
Love is like a tornado,
Tearing me asunder.
Love is like a empty box,
Wrapped up nice when it's really nothing.
Love is like a tattoo,
It seems like a good idea until you've done it.
Love is empty,
Love is pain.
I don't think I can love again.
YOU ARE READING
Sam's Poems
ПоэзияBasically, I pour my heart out onto a piece of paper and you read it. Simple, really.
