*Sunday Shortie 1*
My heart is finally broken.
Anticipating heartache.
I am at twenty-one tears and counting.
My eyes- they see tragedy
And it happens before me.
The waves, drowning, tornado.
Heart beats.
Finally, I let go.
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Poems of the Dearest Soul
PoetryPoems of the Dearest Soul. Eccentric. Makes your heart melt. These Poems and short stories are all what you need during your off time. Romance. Suicide. Adventure. Realistic Fiction. Any genre known to man (or woman) Comment what other poem you wa...
