Resorting to music,
She felt better.
Letting the notes carry her away in a world only known to her.
But at times the words would cut through and give a pain.
Music also seemed to stop working its magic.
Urgh I hate this hideous mess,
I want him back,
I still love him,
And I hate myself for that.
I'll kill him for putting me in this unexpected maze!
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The Heartbroken Mind
PoetryLove is a lie. Love is pain. Heartbreak and agony Felt in vain. A beginner trying to portray a Story through poetry. Cover by Renée
