A Vampires Point of View
A Collection of my Poems and Short Stories
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
A Broken Heart
Bruised,
Ripped,
Torn,
My broken heart bleeds.
You stomp on my soul until
I can cry no more.
You attack my heart until there is
No more blood left to bleed.
I am dead inside.
I smile and laugh,
My eyes betray my feelings.
A broken heart will never heal.
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