From the beginning,
You took all the blame,
It wasn't easy, for me to stay,
You broke my heart,
From the start,
I sacrificed with the broken parts,
I needed a light to guide me home,
But I ended up all alone,
That's what you call love?
I was falling down,
You said you will drown,
You left me for sure
But i never wanted to get the cure.
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Poems.
PoetryI believe, writing is artistic. Every time you hold a pen, you make art with the ink in that pen, a beautiful drawing. Writing can express a lot, more than you can imagine. Without writing our existences are meaningless. So everyone should take the...
