My midnight sky seems darker since you've left.
The stars simply don't shine the same.
They used to scatter across the sky, painting trails and messages, or even spelling your name.
Its beauty was undeniable, rather indescribable, yet now all that seems to shine is the rain.
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Bruised
Poetry"You poisoned me with your potion, Hexed me with your love and devotion. Now I lay in pieces, broken and brittle." Bruised is a poetry collection for the broken hearts and disappointed souls. It speaks words of wisdom, words of pain, and words of ad...
