I can't stop crying over the fact that my life that I dreamed to marry is not a cold blooded killer behind bars. It's like he just turned into Satan to ruin lives that were never near the agony of his footsteps. I thought my heart will be firm and stiff like a board full with happiness and gratefulness that I married the love of my life until he just turned into some dynamic character from a murder scene in a book to show his true colors so he can see me suffer from the pain and agony. It's like he just wanted to capture me as his prey so he can use me for every act he planned. My heart is just slowly breaking as I try to process the fact that he is the fraud who turned me into a depressed widow with the broken heart.
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The picture poetry can create
PoetryPoetry is not just words you read, it's words that can create the picture. In this poetry book, each poem I have written creates a picture that tells the story to make you wanna keep reading every poem I have written. In this poetry book, it contain...
