I went from heaven to hell.
From the clouds, to the dirt.
From being in love
To being empty.
We swore it would be eternal
But now the only thing that we're good at
Is being petty.
And it might sound cruel
That when I'm with you
All the minutes just feel like years.
And I don't understand, how the hell is it that
After saying our love would last ages.
We are now just two strangers.
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February Ashes
Poesie❝From an everlasting flame, to a pile of ashes in the forest❞ A bunch of poems about how he met, fell in love with, desired, missed, broke, was broken by, hated, lost and got over the deepest love he ever felt. most impressive rank: #1 in poems.
