"Come inside this heart of mine,
feel the beat to the poets rhyme,
words they tumble, spilling pain,
tales of woe or love, again."
Poems about love, good and bad, real and imagined, sometimes beautiful, sometimes dark but always, always, from the...
The heartache was like nothing he'd felt before. Ache didn't quite cover the agony he was in.
Feeling like his heart was being ripped through his skin then crushed into a pulp of broken promises and love.
Discarded and abandoned left rejected on the floor. Heartache seemed to imply a dull sensation when he felt sharp stabs of realisation, that his love was gone.
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