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.
-Michael Faudet
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Poems Of Sadness
PoetryThese poems are meant to be sad (hence the title) Their will be some quotes mixed in. You can submit a poem/quote/short story and i'll give you credit, Thank you -The Champ P.S This may trigger, read at you own risk P.P.S If anyone is reading this...
