since the break of day
she has given me life—
i treasured
and held forever
since the break of day
she loved me to bones
without force
nor any pressure
since the break of day
she made me believe
she'd always be there
but then later
in the heat of the night
she left me with strife—
a cold heart that says
go for her
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Fools
PuisiA collection of poetry found its way juxtaposed with short works of prose, conveying talks about what comprises the life of a fool, what it takes to be such, and whatnots in between. Fools is a book of poems and prose alike, dedicated for those who...
