i'm harry,
everyone's wanted my apology;
on a hurry
where i used
greg and venice
on this situation
for pleading myself
i left them both crying
i left them hurting
after made them pleading
while i was leaving
never liked a mad women
and never hate a person
whose dancing with me
i fucked everything up
i messed me up
and all of my friends
were disappointed
for what i have done
a misconception
that i have made
they were unhappy
i was happy
on their downpour
they were forlorn
i felt them being torn
being crushed into pieces
and i never learned my lessons
i regret to the things i did
they'll never forget
for the things i've made
movement i've made
apologies were made
but i'll never expected
a word, "forgave"
i recede myself
like i was an elf
when people says
"i'm sorry for ruining
your house"
i'm, harry
i need to hurry
before it all ends
on one snap
without break
i'm harry
never showed cry
and i lied
for every single time
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sleepless nights
PoetryEvery night, I think, I write and cry. All of my sleepless nights, I became more productive, self-harming, leaving scars on me. After all of that, I realized and told myself, "Do you think all of that was worth it?" While my tears crawling down my f...
