You're haunting me and I can't escape,
Will I ever rid these tears from my face?
Gently they fall onto my pillow,
A large patch begins to billow.
Why are you still here?
The phantom of you,
Which sticks around,
Spreading further doom.
I thought you had gone from the day we parted,
But now I suffer the pain of being broken hearted.
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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...
