My hands have been Empty, lonesome
What is Mine
Our story was cursed From the very beginning
Garish
The ring you gave her Is gaudy and sits
Abandoned Space
My heart is a dusty attic That has been left
Intolerable
“If you love me” Is a terrible phrase
Paper Doll
You tore into me Like I was paper
Pieced Together
My shattered pieces fit into his Not because they matched
No Bridge to Cross
Power out, misery A cold night
Unkissed
You won't kiss me goodbye You lost that right The second you decided to leave
Couldn’t Care Less
I just realized something today That I probably should have known You are a much better person than I You genuinely care about those around you So much so that sometimes It hurts you to care While I only care About a few and the rest of the world Gets a cheerful, polite view -Kel... Continue Reading →
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