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Poetry

What is the use of a heart when it gets broken. What is the use of the mind when it is always haunted by dreadful memories.

Broken

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by JelsaSwiftie

by JelsaSwiftie

Tears in my eyes,

Pleading you to stay,

But you ignored and walked away.

Drowning me in my tears,

Memories haunting,

And ripping my soul.

My heart is broken,

And it can never be healed.

Goodbyes are the worst,

I wish I had met you first.

I am scarred.

A scar of sorrow.

My heart feels hollow.

This is my final cry,

Goodbye.