UNLOVED.
He spoke louder,
But his actions were nowhere near.
He made me feel loved,
Little did I know, he just lied.
He became my everything,
But to him I was nothing.
should i be happy?
For making me feel loved ?
Or sad for faking it?
I gave him my heart,
But he tore it apart.
Now I knew I was unloved.
When I realized it was me,
Who was holding unto him,
I set him free.
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dear beloved.
PoetryThis is a collection of poems. I hope this book feels like a warm hug for a broken soul. Let's dive into the world of words where you never want to come back. DO NOT REPOST MY WORK WITHOUT MY PERMISSION.
