She is a poet in the dark pit
Confessing phrases, she commits
While shooting herself a bullet
Leaving all these words in secret
Loving under his spell
She oath leaving this to hell
After falling inside, the well
Still yearning for it, she can't tell
Her story been magically tragic
Less the same with a classic music
A film like dazzling and cinematic
She believed it, almost pathetic
It's breakthrough, I loss you
Even so, I treat you with value
Just a few you pay attention to
I'm not the one in your point of view
The long layers of your hair
Gives me nightmare in despair
With your odd fashion taste, so rare
Aware, that no one can compare
You've been the subject to my poem
Your hymn's my anthem, felt solemn
You supply atoms running in my system
Dreadfully, you become my own symptom
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The End of Us
PoetryI write these for someone He's special to me and a love one That's all we are, and were done Feelings slowly fades and gone These poetries are left unsaid And I just write it instead Not a...
