Her whispers in the wind,
And all her broken dreams.
So much for sin,
And all her screams.
Her cuts so deep,
Her dreams so weak,
The morning after,
Nothing seems right,
The gun to her head,
She’ll finally say good-night
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Poetry
PoetryHey, this Is a collection of poetry I've been writing since 2010. I promise it's better toward the end, being that's my more recent stuff. So feel welcome to skip forward, read it backwards or whatever you'd like:)
