Disillusioned I am to the last few months,
I was endlessly falling,
unaware that she came back into your life
And now I can't wake up.
While I spent the mornings with you,
You spent the evenings with her.
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Endlessly Falling
PoetryI have a slight problem. It is banal. Inconsiderable. Inconsequential. Insipid, vain, and trivial. Some might even some vapid or nugatory. So frivolous. But, to me it is kind of a biggie. Here's the deal. I have a problem with falling in love... re...
