You ruined,
My favorite songs.
And,
Then came
A time,
When sad songs,
Weren't sad enough.
The love songs,
Mocked me.
Is our song,
Her favorite
As well?
All the
Butterflies,
And the
Polaroids.
I should
Have known,
Forevers,
Could also mean
Farewells.
We weren't
An ever after,
My love.
We were,
A tragedy.
YOU ARE READING
Mirage.
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