Did you really love me?
Was it all in my head?
It doesn't matter now,
You can't take back what you've said.
The damage is done,
Harsh and brutal.
Rekindling our bond is impossible,
Futile.
YOU ARE READING
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...
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Did you really love me?
Was it all in my head?
It doesn't matter now,
You can't take back what you've said.
The damage is done,
Harsh and brutal.
Rekindling our bond is impossible,
Futile.
