Dec 2024
After everything you said.
All the promises you made.
You ran and tried to
Avoid
You took pieces of me.
Sliced them from my skin.
And left nothing but
A void.
All the promises you made.
You ran and tried to
Avoid
You took pieces of me.
Sliced them from my skin.
And left nothing but
A void.
The first poem I sent to you:
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In the spring glade,
In search of the most beautiful flower,
You,
A rose
Your intoxicating aura and view most striking,
Above all the others,
You
Arose
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In the spring glade,
In search of the most beautiful flower,
You,
A rose
Your intoxicating aura and view most striking,
Above all the others,
You
Arose
