And suffocated by a thing by love; her core,
Writhes in pain. She wishes no more.
She does not want these petty things.
Love does not give her emotions wings.
It tears her down to separate parts.
The strings that make up her very heart.
Those three words she hears. It stings.
‘I love you.’ In her broken heart, it rings.
This is my first poem I have posted on this site. I'm hoping to be able to improve my writing.
Thank you!
