When Love Dies
When love dies you feel all broken like a million pieces of glass
When love dies your mind is swollen with reminders of the past
The past that is no longer like a knife stab to the back
When love dies you die too until you find someone new
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Deomchild
I am 15. I started writing poems this year and part of 2015. I hope to become a poet.
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