When the knife twisted
in the bullet wound.
And the flowers
smelt of rotting flesh.
And the spring breeze
howled with mocking laughter.
And the happy memories
only reminded me of the sad ones.
Why couldn't I forget?
Why didn't I want to?
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A World Of Broken Thoughts
PoetryA churning sea of lost ideas gathered into a collection of poems and thoughts. Disclaimer: does contain sensitive topics > Photography by Chloe Collins > Golden Rose Award in the Honeybee Awards 2020 - 13/05/2020 > Featured on @WattpadAnthologies >...
