you're never selfish with love,
you give so much away,
but in the end, nothing returns,
only heartache, to your dismay,
you start questioning your worth,
maybe, you're just wasting their time,
that the love and effort not returned,
is all the needed sign,
you know you do this out of pure love,
and you expect nothing in return,
but sometimes it's nice that someone does the same to you,
as a thank you for all the love and effort they earn.
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a hurricane of blues | poetry book 2 ✔
Poetry[ poetry and prose book 2 ] ❝you're so good at comforting others but who's comforting you?❞ a shelf of poems and proses containing the chaos and pain of heartache, loneliness, anger, grief, and sadness. s t a r t e d : f e b r u a r y 2 0 2 1 e n d...
