Broken bottles and dreams
Shattered hearts and souls
This is all that is left of our love
A love that was once full of joy and light
Is now nothing more than a sad story
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Perfect Kind of Hell
Poetry'The torture of loving you was addicting You were like a drug that was forever in my veins Your harsh words did nothing but make me crave you more And your cruel hands did nothing but make me want to please you Everyone told me you were hell, an...
