A poem to a heart in pain.

Where once I used to see friends, I only see now the ends. The end of the line where I no longer have the strength,

Short poem

Love Poem about Scotland

Where did all the violence go? I'm not meant to hear you know.

There is a knot in my stomach, But don't worry, my stomach acid is strong, and thick,

It feels so real. There are so many details. But she's caught in illusion. They say she died of a broken heart, but that's not truth, that's just art. From https://www.facebook.com/notes/rose-xylona-...