Am I guilty of destroying your life?
When all I did was try to be here for you?
Do I stand accused of making use of you,
When all I did was remain true?
Circumstances are strange things,
Sometimes relating to the exact opposite.
All we wanted to do was,
Make the idea of us exquisite.
All we got in return was agony,
Extreme, serious pain.
Now, I don't think I'll ever,
Be able to say your name.
We were the best of friends,
We had the time of our lives.
We were always there for each other,
And always did our sadness deprive.
I guess we were always doomed,
Always fated to break apart.
I just think we could've done it better,
So as to not leave both of us with a broken heart.
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Harmony - A Collection of Poems
Poetryhello! this is just a place where I randomly post poems which I have authored. the poems' topic may range from anything, from being sad to happy to melancholy to lonely, everything. I hope you enjoy!
