The way he used to promise
That I was all his
Now they all just faded
With every touch and kiss.
His pure love for me
Was all for some seconds
All these pain and torture
Don't know when it ends.
Ever time I close my eyes
He's the only one I see
He might never know
But this is real me.
Loving him was never mistake
Because he was my first love
So I will always love him
Even if he become as hard as rock.
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Spilling Thoughts
PoetryWhen your thoughts cannot be expressed, spill it on pages... Sometimes scribbling, doodling and scratching on paper is all you need to do to bring out those unexpressed feelings.
