I cried. You laughed.
I held on. You cut me off.
Now you want me back.
But I've sailed too far out,
and have reached
a point of no return.
All you'll ever be,
is a memory.
That I'll look back upon
with nothing but relief.
For I saw your true colours
before I fell in too deep.
But don't lament. I don't hate you.
For you were once what I loved.
What made me smile,
when times were tough.
And how can I resent,
What once lived in my heart?
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Poetry Collection
PoezjaPoetry is art that's felt, not seen. It's a means of painting pictures and emotions through words. This is a collection of the poems I write occasionally. I hope you enjoy.
