When will I learn my lesson?
Burrowed inside my mind
Are knives that were wistful enough
Indefinite about what I should expect
And what must I find
Cheers to the broken hearts!
Drowned in the blood of art
I could live aching as I shattered through the floor
Breaking my own heart has never been the same like before
The love I expect isn't the love I received
I can ache, and I can get through this
YOU ARE READING
Your Love Buried Deep Inside My Disastrous Heart (Poetry)
ŞiirMy most poetically written poems are buried deep inside my disastrous heart. Love is poetry; you are the poetry.
