I leave, weep, and yearnfully die
for an affair that wasn't even worth goodbye
I was never his to lose, I know
and he was never mine to boast or beau
but I hope he remembers the times
when it was us against the world
I loved him, I regretfully did
more than he will ever deserve
drakoyne 彡
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Ivy Indigo
Poetrya short poetic story of an ivy whose roots climbed the wrong walls, and yet found home in another's house of stone.
