This is my heart.
As you can see, its not complete.
you might notice its bleeding,
or that its hanging by a string.
You might notice its broken,
And has unsteady seams.
You might be ale to see.
Or maybe you see nothing at all,
Maybe you don't see me.
-Courtney.
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...The Little Black Rain Cloud's Thoughts...
Poetry is the life for me, for lifes i have no other. I write about darkness, broken hearts, and hate,'cause Shadows is my name; title; my cover.
If you read my poetry, and like the depressive tone,comment me and tell me in a way thats all your own.
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