It was a storm gone wild
I drowned in the dead sea
My case wasn't filed
As I was no patsy
I had just buried another,
A piece of my own darn self
I had just shot a fucker
A dirty little elf
My crime was my insanity
And my cure a fool
My blood held no sanctity
I was cut cruel
I memorised his freckles
From a photograph
And bound by shackles,
Drowning; I heard him laugh.
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The Journey of Love
PoetryIt is a collection of poems telling a love story.The story of triumph over destiny.The story of true love and empathy.The story of a broken heart.And the story of us.
