It was the look he had in his eyes, of silent mockery as I spoke. It was then I knew- my love for him was no longer reciprocated.
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TEARDROPS
PoetryJust Words. Random words that cut you deep. This is my world- and I'm a broken piece of artwork.
Broken
It was the look he had in his eyes, of silent mockery as I spoke. It was then I knew- my love for him was no longer reciprocated.
