Somehow I know what you are going to say
Though I really want to hear the words from you
Why lie, when your trembling words give you away
I hate to see you act even if you want to
Just say goodbye, you're going to anyway
Please don't impersonate the love that I knew
All I have left are untainted memories
Hope for my bleeding heart, they are remedies
Ottava Rima.
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Amateur #NaPoWriMo 2015
PoetryAmateur poetry collection about amateurs in love (the broken hearts.) Brokenhearted Poetry #1 National Poetry Writing Month 2015