The pinky linked together ,
A promise was made,
Yet we stand as strangers were laughter are a memory.
The scene of our love was a dream ,
A failure of relationship.
You deleted the good times like nothing,
Here I bleeded on paper everyday .
I kept it alive which you threw away .
I felt guilty of something I never did .
Why ?
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Poems Of Teens
PoesíaA collection of poems to describe my questionable thinking of my teen life . A mixture of awkwardness, confusion, excitement and anxiety . PS: . It will be a great help for a new Wattpad writer like me to grow if you just vote for my writings and f...
