You said men don't cry,
But why were your eyes so red?
You said you'd never say goodbye,
But you had so easily left,
You said you don't lie,
you did all the things unsaid.
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Noctuary
PoetryNoctuary~ The record of a single nights events, thoughts, or dreams. A nightly journal ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶̶̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶̶̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶̶̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ So some poems may seem confusing because this is my Noctuary. My though...
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You said men don't cry,
But why were your eyes so red?
You said you'd never say goodbye,
But you had so easily left,
You said you don't lie,
you did all the things unsaid.
