Always considered myself Smart By Glittering the ashes of my burning heart Presenting the House as a Home When it was just a cracked dome Painful it is to be burnt, showing it an art
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DEAD ROSES
PoetryLove fades, betrayal hurts, but hope never dies. This is a journey through my experiences and emotions, expressed in poetry, prose and quotes. These pieces are a collection I've built over time, each one a reflection on a moment of joy, sorrow, or s...
HOUSE IS NOT A HOME
Always considered myself Smart By Glittering the ashes of my burning heart Presenting the House as a Home When it was just a cracked dome Painful it is to be burnt, showing it an art
