In these pages, you'll find poetry that lingers like the scent of smoke, capturing the allure of secrets kept close to the heart. The night becomes a lover, the alley a refuge, and each word a step into the beautiful, melancholic dance of souls year...
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Here lies my heart, in pieces, so small, A jigsaw of sorrow, one and all. I dropped it on Tuesday, then tripped on it twice, (Should've learned by now to take heartbreak advice).
Oh, Requiem, sing for this fractured mess, A symphony of woes and a dash of distress. But please keep it brief—just a verse or two, For I've broken a toe on my own "I love you."
I gave you my soul—(return date expired), Wrapped in black lace, but left so tired. With each shattered piece, my heart's looking thin; By now, even Dracula won't let himself in.
So gather around, dear ghouls and friends, As I mourn my love—and laugh at its end. For hearts may break, but spirits will joke— In this Requiem of the Broken, I'm not wholly broke.
