After cheating on her the entire night,
He; the promiscuous king,
Returned to her with greatest treasures,
Promised her every kind gem,
And thought these materilas were her happiness.
He had his lovers, but she was his queen,
The court knew of his antiques,
And she was all alone there, lonely.
He returned to her every morning with a smile,
Hoping she would appreciate his gifts and treasures.
But she only needed the truth.
How long before he loves her back or let's her go?
That truth was priceless, something she seeked.
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There Was A Feeling
PoetryWhile so many things could've changed, I wanted to decide I'll always be the same. But why is it so difficult? ------- This book is the poetry book with poetries highlighting topics anxiety, depression, self-doubt, heartbreak and many more such fee...
