Let the Promises,
We've made,
Remain unfulfilled,
Because perhaps,
They were never meant,
To be kept.
All I want to do,
Is to live,
In the moment,
But like all nice things,
Even this must,
Come to an end.
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Scourge: A Poetry Collection
Poesia"I have Scourged your soul, While you drew on me, So intricately. All I can ask for, Is forgiveness, Which I don't deserve, Anymore." Scourge: A poetry Collection
