You told me
"Love doesn't hurt it's sorrowful victims"
But it was hate that set us apart
You told me
"If your cries are from my love, it must be your broken heart"
But on one knee you'd never be
You told me
"I should leave before your love consumes me"
I promised to always forgive
You told me
"Once we're married"
The day before you left me
YOU ARE READING
The diary I never kept
PoesíaOngoing thoughts this book is a collection of my emotions and an autobiography of my life from the most memorable years of my life. Signed Pricilla rose amatory
