And when she's alone,
she tears the rose petals from her soul,
some girls don't want to be owned,
but my marks are engraved in her,
this, she knows,
she runs for miles trying
to ignore,
the weight I have put on her bones.
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PoetryHighest rank: #23 In poetry. A compilation of Poems about love, heart break, depression and everything in between really. Black, white, and of course, a dose of grey.