Mistrust.

February 2, 2010
By Anonymous

Bloody hearts,
Can't you see?
You shattered my dreams.
Not just once,
But many a-time,
Cracking and breaking my hope.
Now, because of you,
I'm going to die,
For the breathing of mine
Is racked with pain,
Asphixiation!
So sweet,
So nice,
So caring to me.


The author's comments:
Well, my mom's boyfriend is always telling I can't do this or that, and... this poem proves him wrong.

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