My tears flow down my cheek hoping they could fill the void in my heart.
My blood flows out my hand hoping it can empty the darkness from my heart.
My mind screams silently hoping it can drain the whispers from my heart.
My body falls limp to the floor hoping it can numb the pain from my heart.
My brain goes to sleep hoping it can forget my heart.
Little do they know, it keeps beating, my black hole heart.
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Written from a place I hope you never go.
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If I Were A Book
PoetryA simple collection of poetry for the readers with souls made of stars.
