A place inside
Where a heart should be,
Beating,
Beating,
Sending a stream
Of
Painkiller
To wash it all away.
An empty place in there
Where a heart should be,
Broken,
Broken,
Winds whistle through
They tell me
To let it all wash away
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Tracing Paper || A Collection Of Poems
PoetryI held broken shards to my face Comparing my reflection On the mirrors That didn't want to leave ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Poems written by Star in about 5 minutes. If you like them, please do vote and comment, it really makes my day! Most...
