You tore apart, my paper heart, with words that I was dreading.
Now all that's left, of love unsaid, is dead and made for shredding.
Like cursed confetti, tossed and thrown, at a doomed and dismal wedding.
~Michael Faudet~
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Sad Poems
Poetrya variety of losses, regrets, and depression wrapped into a mess of a poem book started: 04.29.15 completed: 06.24.19 a book that has existed almost as long as I have on here. thank you for giving my story a chance (my apologies if some are really c...
