I kept breaking my own heart
And it feels like a cliche
But it's true
The flags were being waved in my eye
I turned it to be blind
I wanted to ignore the wrong
Just keep soildering on
But when I began to turn black and blue
I knew it had to be true
You were the bad in my life
You expected things I could not give
I believed lies that should not live
Once or twice I could forgive
Anymore I was a fool
My heart begged for it not to be true
Your actions yelled it so
Words pleaded false
Blood drips slowing down my pulse
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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...
