(... I haven't named this poem as it just came to me. I was thinking too much about everything so it's a bit of all the things happening in my head at the moment, therefore it cannot be put into a category it is a open mixture of events. A open book if you must... )
Your lies are pulling me apart,
It was my fault fromt the start,
I ripped up everything that was ours,
No hearts are left, only flowers.
Flowers grow through the rain,
Love grows through the pain,
But nothing heals what is broken,
There is nothing left to be spoken.
Walk away from our past,
Nothing will ever last,
This is ending like before,
Leaving us all wanting more...
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