Introduce me to your way of life.
I cannot remember the last time we spoke,
It must've been the dead of night.
Your tongue lingers in the air,
God, there is something about us,
Something that leaves me wordless and bare.
Tonight is the night that we all fall apart,
And tonight is the night that we all start again.
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The Diary of a Fallen Girl
PoesíaThere is no relief. Only love, And death. *** This is dedicated to everyone who has broken my heart before. Thank you. *** {Highest Ranking: #315 in poetry} {Trigger Warning}
