Ruined


Amazing poetry by a talented writer.

The Moon, the Sea, and Poetry

Be careful, my love…

my bones are fragile relics now;

and only with velvet gloves,

may you feel the story of pain

that lingers on them still.

Write me in your history book.

Let the world know how

your ruined me with love!

No longer a girl.

No longer living.

Just bones and a ghost

with a tragic past.

© J.G.


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