Please don't make me feel like I'm a fool,
For I drown from alcohol of pool.
Hellfire ranging upon my burning heart,
Blinded by hell, don't know where to start.
Beautiful scars brings me in grave,
Your presence the only thing I crave.
Devoid of color, my heart is black,
Now, I'm missing the path for my track.
How my feelings dawdle like a clown
But it only gives me a big frown
I have no longer words to write
'cause in the end, I'm not always right
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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]
