I left my heart in your hand
Laid out in your palm
Unsuspecting of the pain to come
You tensed your palm and I died
Little niggles of pain from the lies
You made a fist and I screamed
You lied, cheated and came home to me
How was I to go on leaving my heart in your fist?
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Gloom
PuisiA collection of poems that vary in sadness and happiness, Some are sad and the thought of them hurts Poetry marked mature cause you never know and i like to be prepared But have a look and see if you like I wonder if I can make your heart hurt the...
