It was only a drop of tear
That fell down from those eyes.
It was only a whisper of lie
That rushed out of those lips.
It was only a verse of death
That streamed into those ears.
And it was only a knife
So sharp, yet blunt
That cut those wrists.
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Printing Memories
PoetryHighest rank:#14 in poetry ______ We try to mend our broken hearts But end up shattering our fragile souls... A book comprising short poems. ____ A big shout out to CharlieTango-o for the awesome cover<3
