You used to love me,
I used to love you,
but all that love turned to hate.
Sunny days in New Jersey
reminded me of our first kiss,
the time a spark lit between us.
You said I was the traitor
yet you decided to end it all,
while disappearing from my life.
-F.B.
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neon city
PoetryWelcome to neon city, a place where poetry mixes with song, dance and different stories. Neon city is my first poetry collection book, following the poetry booklet "The flow of life". The book contains 35 poems/songs, all talking about future, love...
