Driving down the motorway late at night is supposed to suppress how I feel.
But, funnily enough, my mind is more active,
Hands gripped tightly on the wheel.
I really thought our love would last,
I truly believed it was real.
But now I am alone, just me and my gloom,
But it's okay though, no big deal.
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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...
