When We All Fall Down
blood pours through his fingers,
as she left his heart to bleed,
lost in crushing pain,
without the love he'll need,
waiting for a heart,
that isn't mine to take,
knowing at the start,
that all of it was fake.
Copyright © Jezabella Singe | Year Posted 2012
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