He broke up with her,
Sending all his letters.
He do not know why,
In his shoulders she used to lie.
After the day he separated,
All day long he's frustrated.
His love for her suddenly gone,
Confessions completely said and done.
Conscience appeared back then,
Memories he don't even remember when.
Now he is all alone...
So lonely...
And torn...
Evanescent love since the day it was born.
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PoetryPoems. Poetry. Here I exist, too. There is not much of a wonder in these works, but then again, I offer you the thoughts of a human who gets sad, happy, mad, crazy, broken, ignored, pretentious, and most especially who falls in love and falls out of...
