x. ballad of a broken heart

21 4 0
                                    

I used to write about you
Every paragraph was meant to be read
Every line had its own meaning
Every word was carved into my heart
To remind me of who you are when we met.
That if you ever choose to leave me,
I'd think of nothing but butterflies and glitters
And pain won't be visible.

Ballad of a Broken HeartWhere stories live. Discover now