" I fell for you when I saw you that day,
Near the pond of dead poets,
Where the winds would sing harmonies of heaven,
When you drew me a portrait,
And gave me flowers,
And said, "my love, i'll never leave you".
Turns out it was all a deception ,
A deception I was too foolish to fall for."
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Poetrywhen we love, we usually love so hard that it physically pains us to even think about leaving the person we love. this is a short collection of poetry written by me. it might not be the best, but its there. (also please dont think its a book about l...
