Tell me where it went wrong,
Right from the start.
Tell me how to revive our stationary heart.
I thought we had it,
I really did this time.
But once faith is lost, I suppose it's impossible for love to reach its prime.
Was it stupid of us?
Both you and I.
Could we have fixed this and repainted stars in the sky?
Or were we a lost cause?
A good for nothing.
Now doves fleet and ravens cackle and sing.
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Bruised
Poetry"You poisoned me with your potion, Hexed me with your love and devotion. Now I lay in pieces, broken and brittle." Bruised is a poetry collection for the broken hearts and disappointed souls. It speaks words of wisdom, words of pain, and words of ad...
