A tear that's all for breakfast
Full of them
Could've kept it
A teardrop was the last of my love
Nothing ever lasts with love
Thoughts still remain untouched
Elastic pulling past us
Past dying to catch up
The chances
The lying
I'm fed up
I would want to try again
But see
There is nothing left but a dead, dull romance
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Close To You
PoetryInspired by Rihanna's song close to you Sorta Quick poem Not the best Not finished yet
