He's a Coward

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by Ayaaaa_writes

by Ayaaaa_writes

As the clock strikes three in the morning,

I kept waiting.

For you've told me in all your poetic and sweet array of words,

The parade of butterflies you felt in my existence,

As time goes by quickly,

My dreary eyes were weary.

Hoping you've never lied,

You've hooked me with your tricks,

Undoubtedly, I believed,

Escaping from you wasn't easy,

But I freed myself, for I deserve more than a coward.