She was a delicate rose
Her petals meant to be handled with care
But one by one you let them fall
Leaving her vulnerable and bare
Her heart will always remain cracked
Stitched together with thorns
Making her cold and emotionless
Just like you intended for her
You were supposed to protect her
Not break her
You killed what made her unique
What made her herself
You shot her
And left her bleeding on the floor
But the worst part is that she survived
Knowing she will forever be scarred
For loving someone
Who sweared to be there
In ways you never could
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SONG - Not Dead Yet (Ft. Michael Bernard Fitzgerald) by Tommie Sunshine, Halfway House, Michael Bernard Fitzgerald
➳ Leah Skye
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Poésieits not about what you can see, its about what you can't ~ cover made by me ~
