My heart has crumbled into ashes, little grains of dirt, bruising anguish inside of me, combined with all the hurt. he took all of my love, until he was content, never once thinking of, the pain he could prevent. Fairytales, oh fairytales, bring my knight in armor. To mend the broken pieces, and gleam upon his honor. for me there is no knight, or neither a tomorrow, for each and everyday, I am drowning in my sorrow. Oh, how I wish the heart would break, without losing all of my trust, but thine heart has crumbled at his feet, to disintegrate, into dust. . .
Reason for writing:
To that bad, bad man. Who broke my heart so bad.
and left me, with many tears, and made me forever sad.
Birth sign: Libra
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