Your lips were the gun. Your smile was trigger. And your kisses were the bullets
I should've labeled you a killer. You put a feeling of everlasting death upon my heart. A damage where there is no repair for a broken heart lies no prescription. Your actions are only facades where deep downs lies valleys of deceit and lies. Now I'm feeling dumb can't you hear my wailing cries? You played me like a violin. Plucking all the right strings, producing melodic tunes of despair and permanently breaking it. You played me and took all I had for granted. I opened my heart for you yet you could care less. But, I learned you were a lesson rather than my blessing. You were not for me to keep and once again my heart, a empty void. As I become lost once again in the world young and dumb looking for someone to one day adore me for me...
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Her Poetry
PoetryWork #4 : (poems I've written myself) you haven't read her poetry until you feel her words still rattling in your head for days. because her poetry will always kill a little bit of you as you read. her words are bullets to the heart, you can'...
