All my life,
I lived for love,
All I got was hatred.
All my life,
I trusted no one,
Yet in the end, I was betrayed.
I loved him,
More than my eyes,
I cut them out for him.
He hated my eyes,
He threw them away,
So I cut out my heart for him.
Do you think,
That it made him stay?
I would not say it did.
He looked at me,
With a look very cold,
His face was something I could not read.
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Fountain Pen
Poetry'Fountain Pen' is a collection of poems composed by me. Image source: Google and Pinterest
