He used to sing me songs at night
now I use his pain as a lullaby
I close my eyes and smile
all his pain divine
the crumbly pieces
I hold him in my hands
I use his pain as a lullaby
sad eyes
brown eyes
destroy me at once
I use his pain as a lullaby
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Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken
PoetryMy poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.