Never met,but today I figured a good person in you.
And when I think now, I really do understand.
That you used to teach me how to live alone, without you.
You knew that to be together we were never meant.
And I, a bad person, never taught you this.
Your cruelty was a medicine , a divine bliss.
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My heart , shredded in a way that it can't be mend
And now to any other it cant be lend
And in your heart I cant see, even a single bend
You did this to protect me from the world ? Oh my friend!
I, a cruel person, left you unscratched
And you, a sincere shelter,not a mismatch
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The sea of my tears, it shamed the ocean
And they even soaked you,
And then it was you, no tears,not two or one
So I won't get wet or get drown in none
I,a bad human never thought about it
That coldness was a protection, a little bit
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~𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙄 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚?
Poetry𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇. (Poems) Notice: This contains themes of sorrows, pain, death and suicides, if you aren't comfortable with it, please don't report, I've already warned you.
