I figured love would be all about trial and error, but nobody warned me of the price I'd pay.
Nobody warned me of the one you loved diverting their path,
The one you thought would stay.
So now, I break a sweat with my shovel in my hand,
Laying to rest our story, due to your command.
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...
