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There are many things stuck in my head
With all those things, I can't go to bed
The stream of passion, now a gyre of dust;
With truths derailed so unjust
Your trust is the lily I kept
Alas, you threw it to the bluest river
A lad with heart so brute and twisted
Forced me to swallow the pride I gritted
We both thought our love can always fight
But a vile startled you out of sight
O, dedication of mine failed us
The touch I gave only turned to rust
I couldn't cheer you out of stress
Without your love, I am down to death
I can no longer see my tears
On the surface of a puddle of drear
I used to think that you weren't blind
I thought you'd hear how I cried
What if I was a goddess, not just in your eyes?
Would you even dare to deny?
We were both happy like a bond of treasures
We thought we could make it to forever
A love not given, but sold
Made me question what you once told
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A Poet's Diary
PoetryShe doesn't simply cry when she's upset or disappointed, nor does she just smile all day when she finally get to grab that tiny bit of hope. It would be hard for her to talk about love just as simply as bringing up a favorite song, nor would it be e...
