I just want you to admire me the same way as the sunset.
Admire my colours, gaze at my beauty.
I want you to look at me with the same spark in your eyes, the same excitement.
I wish you didn't get tired of me.
Why is it when the sky is flooded with grey, you still appreciate its glory, yet when it's a wave of depression or detriment, you discard me.
You became disgusted by my presence.
I suppose nature always overrules mankind.
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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...
