Ohh my the sad truth just hit me
The lady I loved so dearly was my muse
What great danger .
The road wasn't a two way street
I was alone surrounded by bushes and shrubs The wind blow so hard that her
Smell I devoted so dearly was upon meThe lady I loved so dearly was my muse
Will I ever be able to touch the pen ?
She is gone cause I was blinded by love
The old cliché.*My mind sighs*
But how did the love I didn't get in contact with blind me?The thought of her giggling was too much.
But she giggles no more
Am I the cause of that?
Were we both at fault?
I count the stars, they are too many
So it was pointless. A myalgic hits my
Heart.
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Poetic Infusions.
PoetryPoetry has no definition, cause if you defining it you are then limiting it.