As red as a rose,
It flows.
It flows everywhere.
From the tip of my head, to my toe
In every vessel and vein of mine.
Until the time it ran stale.
It stopped flowing.
Because of him.
He broke my heart.
The heart that pumped blood in my veins
The heart which I gave him.
He shattered it.
He shattered me.
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Broken Hopes
Poetryhey guys this is not a story, this book is more of poems and my random thoughts. check it out if you're interested.
