You look into her eyes the way I look at you
You dedicate every smile on your face to her
The one who is laid behind is me,with my defuncted soul.
I sarcasm over my pity heart,which belongs to you
I get to pacify the rage of the downpour
But tears are worth it for such a trompery being.
I can't change anything
IT IS WHAT IT IS..
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Hey there..sorry about the late update..i had a problem with my buzzing mother so I just couldn't
Do you'll like it?or I'll make my poems a little bit longer?
The pic above physically mentally hurts me..IT'S HOT AF..
Byeee...I'll meet you'll after a while ,if I'm alive
Coz my mother is already eating me up..😓😩😅😅
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ANTHOLOGY
Poetry_Pain and pleasure go hand in hand they say..but no-one ever mentions that pain is just the path to more pleasure_
