Too much
- by Sophia Cac
Was I asking for too much?
Respect, loyalty failing
as you left me falling.
Love, truth revealed
left me circling around.
Was I too much?
To say what I must,
yet you left me to dust.
Ashes I became,
in the air my home become.
Was it too much?
Sweetest lie,
blinded with love,
felt unpleasant with with truth,
while I embrace the lies.
Acquainted with strangers
while I'm surrounded with strange beings.
My love, I ask you.
Was my love too much?
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PoetryInsomia, my dear friend, you've come to visit me once again. What's today features? Huh, I hope I didn't make too many failures. Oh a new one indeed, perhaps I could try one to confess my deeds? Alright, hand me the quil, my friend, don't go and wai...
