lies
mean nothing to these eyes
scars
have nothing to do with these bars
broken hearts
have a lot of missing parts
cries
have a lot to do with the lies
Love
is the red rose
on your coffin door
Blood
is what I cry
on my bathroom floor
a bullet
that shot through my heart
the tears
that made us fall apart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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