I love Brian Michael Leebrick, however, I am a moron and lost the love he had for me.
Like lead, her heart sank in the ocean of her soul, falling deeper. When light had come, when all that she had done wrong seemed not to matter anymore, that she could fix the holes in her head and sew him to her, they came back. Now, laying, tears like oil streaming from the crevice at the ends of her eyes and down the slope of her face, welling up in her hair. Nothing ever feels good, she swore. Never had she hated the feeling of freedom; all she longed for were the shackles and constraint he put upon her.
All she loves is him.
But he'd never love her again.. not after what she did.
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Due to the fact that I lost the love of Brian Leebrick,
I will never write my own poetry again(Unless it's for my english class in which i have no choice.. but even then it will be questionable).
Sorry if you liked what I wrote.
All she loves is him.
But he'd never love her again.. not after what she did.
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Due to the fact that I lost the love of Brian Leebrick,
I will never write my own poetry again(Unless it's for my english class in which i have no choice.. but even then it will be questionable).
Sorry if you liked what I wrote.