I loved him like no one before,
Now I hate it as I am left highly sore,
He promised me the moon and the stars,
All I ever hoped a drive in the cars.
He left me by the shore all alone,
And not the stars, not the moon to condone,
He is happy with girls that ain't me,
Now I wonder if I was ever in his feels,
It's just is a repeating woe song that redeem,
But there is no one but him for me.
The most painful goodbyes are those that are supposed to be in tears but ended up in relief.
~Chaahat
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The Darkest Shade Of Black
PoetryAbout that shade of black that's darker, deeper and stronger. About a black so mean that it scared death away. About the blackness in my heart that seeks to all the bright. About a black so overpowering that it degrades all smiles. About T...
