My Heart is beautiful but it doesn't mean a thing to me.
My Love is pitiful, there is no feeling in it to me.
My World is terrible, so small I can hardly breath.
My Heart is beautiful, but it's missing all its seams.
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All the Notes I'll Never Leave
PoetryDark poetry from a dark mind. Enter only to see the world from upside down, backwards, and behind.
