Who were you
Before they tore you apart?
Who were you
Before they broke your heart?
Who were you
Before your tears had dried?
Who were you
Before all the lonely aching nights?
Oh,what have you become now
IN THE MIRROR, I SAW AN OLDER SELF
felicity wren
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Insomnia
Poetry"You let your lover's venom be your blood. And after your infatuation is over, all you are is a cold, lifeless body bleeding poetry into the broken frames of your heart." All rights reserved. @NefariousOrphics 2017
