Together-
When we first met 15 and 14. It's a funny thing that she met me Faust at the time it was depressing. I had lost my sisters, and just got dumped, by heart was really breaking. she came threw and she saw my heart shattered on the floor.
She looked up and she saw me half crazy out of my mind, thinking she can do more. she picked up the pieces and put it back together, her hands had cuts and slits with some bruises, it looked really sore. Right now I'm in the mist of losing love ones. I just lost Vince who was a brother to me and so was Wayne. I lost them both to gun shots to the back and the brain. My brother is locked up over some dumb ish, my sisters are probably in heaven having a B-fit. I have one thing thats keeping me together, all because of love we are mended together and she is my second half we even think together.
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Honest Poetry
PoetryIts just hone poetry. some about real life. Some about love, its more then enough. It'll catch your eye with the first poem.
