But before she could commit the deed,
The bell blared.
She ignored once, twice, thrice.
But the person wouldn't stop ringing.
Cursing under her breath,
Wiping her tears,
She made her way downstairs.
She opened the door
To meet the most unexpected sight.
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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
