Aug 2015
It all came crashing down,
The realisation,
That all I thought and felt,
Was based on illusions.
Sounds great doesn't it?
No actually,
It doesn't,
And the worst part is,
I was more than surprised,
I was disappointed,
I was hurt.
You hurt me with two words,
And now I'm back to where I was,
Hormonal ramblings.
Plucking petals was a waste of nature.
The realisation,
That all I thought and felt,
Was based on illusions.
Sounds great doesn't it?
No actually,
It doesn't,
And the worst part is,
I was more than surprised,
I was disappointed,
I was hurt.
You hurt me with two words,
And now I'm back to where I was,
Hormonal ramblings.
Plucking petals was a waste of nature.
It's all just been piling up.
(Everywhere)
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