When will it end?
She asked.
Eyes full of tears.
Death in her heart.
He paused and said.
Never my darling.
For even death has its afterlife
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Broken hearts club
PoetryTears,the way the eyes speak when the mouth fails. Poetry,the way the heart speaks to avoid judgment from others. Pen and paper,accepts the writing whole heartedly with no judgment.
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When will it end?
She asked.
Eyes full of tears.
Death in her heart.
He paused and said.
Never my darling.
For even death has its afterlife
