In the morning,
I cooked you breakfast,
We started kissing,
And we were happy at last.
In the afternoon,
You said I was beautiful,
As beautiful as the moon,
We munched on food until we were full.
In the evening,
You became different,
You started pushing,
As I stayed silent.
In the night,
You pulled my hair,
We got into a fight,
And there was nothing left to spare.
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Junk ; Poems
Poetryin which i write random poems when i'm sad. filled with emotions and my poetry grows throughout the years.
