the tears that spill
from my mascara painted eyes
smudge the black ink
on the blue lined paper
the words
that were meant to help
only make me feel worse
makes me hurt more
it is possible
to die
from a broken heart
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PoetryA collection of short poems ~ ♡ ~ the words of a weary, beaten soul who wishes to share her poems with the world
