The fragile little flower
withered by your lies;
Every time she believed in them,
she grew her thorns.
Bigger an bigger..
until they scratched her soul,
every beauty, every compassion
every wish and every dream.
Leaving her nothing
but the dark soul
of revenge.
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Love Poems
Poetry"The emotion that can break your heart is sometimes the very one that heals it"-Nicholas Sparks
