~:~ Her Broken Heart~:~
She's set on fire for her broken heart,
and the fire licks at every part of her skin.
Although the fire is supposed to be hot,
it was ice cold.
She cry's every morning and night,
and feels like she's falling apart.
She cry's out to anyone who can hear her,
but no one comes to help.
She wonders if she'll ever find that love again,
that made her feel like she was walking on air.
It was the best felling in the world to her,
but all hope is lost.
Now she's like a shell,
that no one can crack.
cold and empty,
no one can fill.
All she has left is her broken heart.
Just a random poem, sorry if it sucks, it was one of the first ones I wrote from awhile ago.
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The Poems of Me
PoetryThese are just the different poems I write and come up with. They will not a a specific genre, so it could go from love to humor to depressing. So just warning you, but I believe all my poems will have titles that you will understand what it is about
