Poems that I write..
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Ice Cold
Trust.
Something he took for granted.
Faith.
Love.
Feelings.
Then my heart.
I have him the key and he held it. He said he could handle it. He said he could make me happy. He said so many things. My heart was melted, opened, and dissected. Then left in the cold. He wore a mask, but I was too blind to notice, to occupied to realise what my instincts were screaming at me. I didn't open my eyes till it was too late. Note I lay here, heart locked with heavy chains, never to be opened again. Slowly my heart is freezing up. It's time to change the lock and get a new key. No one will ever trespass me again. I will never be the same yet I always will. Love is for the weak, and for those who cannot handle what life has to offer. My eyes have been opened, and what I see isn't pleasant. Red is all I see. My eyes turn her black as rage courses through my veins. He took my key and left with it.
I will not rest until it is returned.
Until then...
Blood will be shed.
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He broke me.
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The Junk Drawer
Novela JuvenilIf you are looking for short stories that last one chapter then this is perfect for you. Here are some poems I like to write and story ideas that I have as well.
