The blade pierces me
through and through
into the heart.
I fall to the ground,
my knees wobbling
as I sit.
I've been struck,
there's nothing I can do now.
The sword will forever
stay in my heart:
the sword of love.
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A Little Bit of Happiness, A Little Bit of Joy
PoetryPoems for the soul or whatever you feel like. Most of them are happy because that's nice, right? Anyway, these are just fun little poems about all sorts of things. If you want you can even make a request on a subject or style! Except suicide or self...
