carminecynthia

Broken and pierced from the loves I gave,Torn and teared from the hopes you left,Drunk and die from the sacrifice we've done, But sometimes,Words and songs you sang,Makes me feel a little bit more aliveps: I'll have tons and tons of grammatical error so you can just point out which part that I am wrong and I'll gladly study them more. Oh and one more, I am weird and so do my poem. You can read them at your own cost of brokenhearted , okay?…