Our tree of love never blossomed,
Though we kissed,
Believed we were in love,
The tree never blossomed past lust
Instead the tree withered, you were the sunlight;
Leaving it to blossom in the dark,
Cause you didn't love me;
It was just lust .
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After You Left
Poetrycomplete poetry collection, over 70 poems from my darkest times and issues with love
