My heart is stained with resentment.
It had made me somewhat unjust.
My heart beat an awful tone of decievement from the ones I love.
He's there waiting slowly for a chance to take control. My bed is empty this room is vague my heart is pulsating,this is as far as I go. I'm drifting for sure this time so its best to go solo.
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Broken Pieces Unraveled
PoetryThe mind is the the gate way to hell and insecurity is the key to opening it .This collection of poems are just a taste of that.
