Why did all my romantic poems
Begin to look like lifeless elegies
Who worships your dead love
In my faithless nights of grief
In the death of the green light
The story unfolds
Will someone replace your sanctuary
Submerged in your deepest gold
You'll never meet my brand new self
That values my worth too much
More than the worth you give your whole life
I'm sorry for my rumbling rage
But I felt sorry for you being a fool
Everything was so bland
You poured salt on something that used to be sweet
You'll live in my poems
But your love dies instantly
I hope you face your foolish traits
Your love, buried deep, was replaced with hate
I'll assume you will never wait
I have my own worth
You can't see that
You're blinded by your bullets
You're weakened by someone
Someday, you'll see my worth
When it's now all worth fighting for
What a shame I buried your love!
What a shame you're a foolish one
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Your Love Buried Deep Inside My Disastrous Heart (Poetry)
PoesíaMy most poetically written poems are buried deep inside my disastrous heart. Love is poetry; you are the poetry.
