All that was scoured gave no hope
Tired of all there she moped
A strong front she had
Though left broken inside
All the pain she gained
Through tears she cried
Alas she crumbled
To longing she succumbed
For the one so important
Yet detrimental to the heart
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Proetry
PoesíaA book of poems and proses A land of blossoms and roses Though left in the bottomless sea We were once meant to be Starting from the bottom Turn that frown into a smile
