She's never felt anything -
That could hurt her more;
Her heart once steady beating,
Now all bruised and sore.
She always missed the thought of him,
Stuck inside her head.
Her heart once steady beating,
Now joined with all the dead.
YOU ARE READING
for the both of us
PoesiaI loved him with all my heart, Even if he didn't care; I'll love him with all my heart, This, to myself, I swear.
