My heart had been broken,
By a man long ago,
Who had my eyes,
And my nose,
And my blood,
But I couldn't leave.
If I were to flee,
He would track me down,
And everything,
Would escalate,
So I waited until I could escape,
And now,
With a new man,
Who I thought,
Could never reach me,
I have succumbed to a rich,
And fulfilling life,
Based on a real myth,
Indulgences,
And society's idea,
Of a perfect life,
But that,
Is given to nobody,
So now I wait,
Until this man,
Leads me,
Into a tragic ending,
Of love.
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A Poet's Love Story: A Poet's Collection
PoetryLife, Does not wait, For you. It stirs your emotions, And reforms them, Into wings of flight, And it tests, Weather or not, You will open the cage, And allow yourself, To give up, Or if you will keep the wings calm, And continue to live, And underst...
