He made her this way.
He had changed her, carved her into a tool only he could use.
Molded her into an alluring, tempting and enthralling cruse.
And had picked up each and every shard of her heart, then pieced the pieces, mismatched and nonplused...
So tell me, isn't he the one to blame?
For her ruthlessness, her heartlessness, her mindlessness and for the emptiness that remains.
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Poems From The Heart
PoetryPoems molded from the emotions that taints the heart, the words I've garnered from my thoughts and the beauty that lives in my past. ©Copyright2020 All poems in this book were written by me @fujoshiiiiiiiiiii. Therefore, no part of this book should...
