My friends say you're no good for me,
Maybe that's true.
But I don't want to let go,
I don't want us to be through.
We've built each other up,
I'm not ready to take that apart.
I'm afraid that I'll die again,
To another broken heart.
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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...
