If I die,
Who would cry
Would lie,
that they knew me best,
Heartless chest,
Zero regrets,
Hold my heart up
And salute my past
things that broke
me into you,
How much?
Have I lost inside my past
Lovers, heartless fuckers
Emotions flutter
To the beats of a broken heart
Love the things they say
Games they play
Feelings they cultivate
Why do I gravitate
To the ones who take
And leave me with nothing to KEEP.
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V. Visages Vides (Blank Faces)
Poesiabroken promises false motives if his whole life lies who sees? his pains the small amount of him that remains it sad that naked eyes can't see illusions. -V
