She was kind hearted,
Free spirited,
Soft spoken,
Gentle....
Naive,
Gullible,
Too good for this twisted world,
And she was fragile like every beautiful thing is,
So he took her into his cruel hands,
And he tore her down,
Cut her deep,
Broke her apart,
And he left her shattered,
Battered,
Black and blue,
A hollow,
A shell of the beautiful life that she once was.
YOU ARE READING
The word spill of a messed up mind.
PoetryAs the title suggests, its basically just a bunch of poems or snippets that pop up in my head. ❤ You are that best selling poetry I never got to write, but could only read and fall in love in love with. ❤
