Every beating minute

by Hrodwyn   May 20, 2018

Broken is not the word
My heart is torn
That is assured
My soul is lost
My happiness is what it cost
With every beating minute
I am slowly disappearing


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  • 1 year ago

    by .k.u.s.h.q.u.e.e.n.c.j.

    I am drawn to this peice because it is relatable . Few words but such a strong emotional pull behind it. Very well.