My heart drops down,
My stomach
And bounces around like a
Basket ball every time I
Remember how we
Used to be.
- I overdosed
YOU ARE READING
Shattered glass
Poetry［Highest ranking: #15］"Perhaps 'it wasn't meant to be' was our meant to be" he says as he chugs down yet another drink. She looks at him and rolls her eyes, "I wonder when your organs will give up on you too".
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My heart drops down,
My stomach
And bounces around like a
Basket ball every time I
Remember how we
Used to be.
- I overdosed
