You tore apart,
my paper heart
with words that I was dreading.
Now all that's left,
of love unsaid,
is dead and made for shredding.
Like cursed confetti,
tossed and thrown,
at a doomed and dismal wedding.
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Perfect Depression
PoesíaThis is for the girls who have the tendency to stay up all night listening to music that reminds of their current situation. Who hide their fears, hurt, pain, and tears under their smiles and laughs all on a daily basis. The girls who wear their hea...
