"And you were mine,
I was the thief,
I took the heart
I let you bleed,
beautiful way
To die of love.
To die of hurt.
To make him see,
I never lose,
I never win.
I hold no crown,
I never did
But still
They bow to me,
A queen of stolen hearts,
I make them bleed."
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Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken
PoetryMy poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.
