it was like a slow incision to the heart
but i was too busy
being lost in the echoes
of your empty promises
that i failed to notice
you cut deep enough
to leave behind your memory
in the form of scars
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Drops of Jupiter (Poetry)
Poetrythis is where I let my thoughts breathe and heart bleed
Scars
it was like a slow incision to the heart
but i was too busy
being lost in the echoes
of your empty promises
that i failed to notice
you cut deep enough
to leave behind your memory
in the form of scars