I knew I run into you somewhere
it's been a while
your name still aches
it really cuts deep
so I put up a show, faking smiles.
I've reached my acceptance,
so I'll just walk out from here,
and try to go on with my life,
but you can say we're still friends,
i can't pretend anymore,
what's lost is lost.
we had a good run,
my guitar boy
so I hereby these words
as my closure.
❤️🩹
07 May 2024
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coeur blessé: THE LOST MANUSCRIPTS
PoetryMy enthusiasm for writing has sud3denly faded, like if my glass heart has broken into pieces that can never start again. I searched the depths of the sea, but all I could find was emptiness. I used to think that love might be golden, but now it's al...
