My heart is breaking,
And there isn't any thread.
The red from our love,
Has become the blood my cuts,
They pour down as if they were rain
As if they mattered to the world,
As if they mattered to you.
YOU ARE READING
My poems
FantasyThis I just some of my poems. Don't not copy without my permission. I am serious. They are all about a heartbreak and cutting. I didn't copy any of this. I wrote all of this myself. Please do not stop at the first poem. I promise they get better tow...
