The one that you shared,
Without a second thought or regret,
Was what I thought was our precious thing.
The one that you let go,
Without even one effort to hold on,
Was what I thought was our precious thing.
The one that you pretended to love,
But now it breaks me to know your true face,
Was what I thought was your true feelings.
Our precious thing is no more ours,
It isn't mine nor yours it's broken.
It is ruined to a point I would've laughed,
It is ruined to the point of no turning back.
Why did you do it? Why did you do it?
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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...
