I can't look at you the same after you shattered my hopeful heart.
When I met you, I believed in love, trust, and harmony and now all I see is lies.
Love is nothing but a myth,
A creation of the mind.
An illusion that bewitches you like a curse,
Which makes you fall in love.
Love isn't a friend, but a foe.
It is deceiving and hurtful,
Damaging and scarring.
Never loving at all is better than to have lost.
I can't look at you the same after you shattered my hopeful heart.
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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...
