The pain of a broken heart has no words... Except a scream. Except a small cut, a small cry. The best word is written in tears, notes stained on cheeks, letters burned into eyes, and signatures seared into lips.
The pain of a broken heart cannot be described, except for shaking shoulders, and aching limbs.
The pain of a broken heart feels like your heart is being molded new, one emptier and one with scars and broken strings like of a birthday present. It's feels as if someone you know, dies... Yet everyday is a funeral when you see them, they haunt you like a ghost unwillingly following.
The pain of a broken heart looks like subtle changes, one only you know. You're hips smaller, eyes less bright, smile never meeting your eyes, and one of your heart.
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Collection of Short Stories
Short StoryThis is just a collection of short stories I write. Enjoy❤️
