After days of honest goodnights.
It all begins with hate
It all ends with hate.
Tear crash on the pillow of the past.
Whispers of disappointment can be found around the wind.
Hearts break
Hearts hurt
A family,
once again,
separates.
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PoetryMy mind is like a poisoned apple. From a simple glance, everything seems fine. But once you taste it, it becomes a whole different story. . . . Highest Ranking: [#66 in Poetry]
