Mislead love is the worst
At the moment, the first is broken
Soon we are waken upon heartbreak
Who are we to blame?
When it's disliked
We are filtered to curiosity on "why?"
Illiterate emotions are spread amongst the courtyard
Do you feel the need to love someone that's hard to get in your grasp?
A vast portrait of originated clumsiness
Help: if so
Who are we to flow?
When no one is by?
What will we oblige to?
Where is one stooled upon?
How is the human race a pond?
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Crimson Omen
PoetryWhen love is inevitably strong. One may act as of nothing is present, though, in the inside it is excruciating sorrow.
