your profligate heart, so empty of love, one might call it skimpy - turned mine into a heart filled with regret and pain.
no matter what day, what time and how many years we're past by, i still hold the ache of losing the muse of us;
my love was real, it was deep, it was heavy, it broke my bones and you broke my heart and now to love again is like a frugal task to you, so easy to give love to someone who isn't me, isn't it?
was I that difficult to love? will i ever be loved? will i ever be able to place this love i carry somewhere? will my bones mend back stronger and will someone replace this chamber of regret with the love they carry for me?
your lower chambers are inefficient & your upper chambers strong as ever. all you did was reap & reap so effortlessly and all i did was give & give, every drop of love was taxing on my heart;
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littleflowergirll
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feelings.
Poetrya very raw description of my feelings. do not expect correct grammar because this is just what I write without editing. a mix of poems and writing on random topics. Raw. Real.
