Hurt - Poem by Genia ELA
The bitter wind stings my face.,
But my heart still hurts more.
It hurts from where you ripped it,
With your false love.
Love that never mattered to you.
I see you but my heart still throbs.
Throbs with your memories
Throbs, Throbs, Throbs
I still walk to where I
Need to be.
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