Your hearts not an instrument to be played with, but a diamond I want to obtain.
You may not be mine, but darling I've been yours even before blood ran through my veins
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Poetry Of A Broken Mind
PoetryWe met, we fell, we loved, we left. Our story just never seems to end. - Poems about a girl that I loved, and our journey told through a series of poems
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Your hearts not an instrument to be played with, but a diamond I want to obtain.
You may not be mine, but darling I've been yours even before blood ran through my veins
