Pathetic how fast she mourn
for a damn guy,
When her soul is always been afraid to cry.
Then as she wrote him
upon her painful poem,
The papers perceive how torn her heartaches' hum.
Like how her tears dwell,
drop beneath the dry floor
Or in that unlucky wooden desk of her.
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Transcript Of Her Heart
PoetryRipples within this such tragedy, Turns art in the shades of poetry. "For my lover who devoided my heart, my seas been broken from keeping you ashore." [COMPLETED]
