It was not happy place
It was sad place
It was home for love lost and dreams killed
It was gallery of broken hearts
Place where was no hope
Hope had died with love and dreams
It was just broken left to rot
But the worse part all those hearts were broke by one person
Who was breaking others hearts for a sport
Making this gallery for own fun
Seeing it as a game
Collecting of trophies
Something that had been real and innocent
Sweet love had just ripped apart and destroyed
Just to see how much heart can bleed
Steal hearts and souls to this gallery of horror
That has nothing to do with love
C.F. Grönroos ©
Original poem and all rights reserved to C.F. Grönroos
Previously published in:
Journey of Rose Blog February 15. 2023
Mysteries by Rose Blog December 3. 2023
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No More Bad Love
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