Apr 26
She told me to love her,
She told me to let her go.
She said she'd always be there.
And I would never know,
The extent of which her love would go.
How deeply it scarred her,
How high it boiled,
That love she had for me,
Oh, how she let it flow.
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Poetry For The Lost People
Puisi365 observations and comments about society, life and love throughout 2022. Come with me on my journey day by day, as I write what I've always wanted to say. There is no method or planning, just thoughts and perceptions about the way of the world. A...
