He left me standing in the middle of nowhere,
naked, shivering and all alone.
He did not care about my broken heart,
he did not care about my tears.
He said he loved me no more.
It would've hurt less if he had stabbed with a hundred daggers instead.
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With love,
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Drowning Stars | Poetry
Poetry"Because tell me, my dear.. How can you ever save a drowning star?" My deepest thoughts and secrets. Enjoy. - •Overall winner of The Cats Awards; 10/08/18 •Winner and Best Plot in Poetry of The Net Monthly Awards; 6/10/18 •3rd place in Poetry of The...
