Dear Diary,
True heartbreak
I used to think heartbreak was the act of losing love
Once passionate feelings flying away like a dove
I used to think heartbreak was the act of being sad
Screaming into our pillows with only sounds of mad
And then I grew up and I fell in love
And those feelings were those of a dove
Intensity, excitement, butterflies galore
Couldn't care less if we wake up rich or poor
But then the day came, and I fell out of love
And that was the day where it all went array
True heartbreak is never losing love
But having it, and still losing the dove
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Letters From The Unhealed - POETRY
PoetryLetters to the ones I love, the ones I used to love, and the ones I haven't loved yet. From an unhealed soul. Letters from the Unhealed explores my personal young adult journey through poetry. Ever since the day I turned 18 the world seemed to hav...
