I thought our love was bulletproof
Until you point a gun towards me
You pulled the trigger
Shot the center of my heart
Bleeding to death
Falling on the ground
You killed the person I was
You murdered my soul
A part of me is dead now
YOU ARE READING
Fire and Rain
PoetryBreakup is sometimes hard Healing takes time But I promise You'll survive #13 DANS LA CATÉGORIE HEAL
