we
is a word
that means too little;
but meant so much
to us;
is a word
that gave false hope,
and made me lend you
my trust;
is a word
that seems to be rare,
and it's quite unfair
for love;
is a word
that we learned to understand,
and made us into fools,
especially me to you.
making me trust your devious eyes
with all the small fragments
of my heart,
even with reasons behind your lies
all because
of my idea with love.
- m.m
YOU ARE READING
the dead poet's lover
Poetrythe very thought of you shatters me. and i am trying to fix myself once again.
