Though you're gone, I still look at the moon, Praying that maybe you'll come back soon.
Maybe you do the same, maybe you wonder,
Wonder about our spark, inevitable thunder.
Or maybe you've moved on, started a new chapter, but you'll always be on my mind, here and thereafter.
YOU ARE READING
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...
