Crush(ed)
Oh the love that was filled with much sorrow.
How do I get out of this kind of pain?
I would be getting myself to be drained,
Or had been shot by a dreadful arrow.
There's a lot of pain that I have swallowed,
A lot of enviousness that I have gained.
His types are so pretty while I'm just plain;
They are plentiful while I'm just hollow.
I know in my heart he'll never be mine;
I'm aware that he'll never truly care,
But why do I care? It feels like a crime.
I have ups and downs which make it unfair,
Some tells me to just throw him like a dime
But I couldn't and I would never dare.
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Poems of my Life
PoésieThese are the poems that I wrote; they are based on my personal life and also a bit of my imagination. I hope all of you will like the poems that I made. God Bless!
