the absurdity of love hits me hard,
how do we lose our hearts, aren't they barred?
history repeats a lover's tale,
a heroic story of lovers who lose their love and fail.
unknowing, that years thereafter,
a young girl will believe a lie with a dreamy laughter.
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Stains | Completed
Poésie❝the day you'll return, is when i'll write about rainy days and coffee stains.❞ *** Lowercase intended for stylistic purposes. A poetry book. Other information inside. Completed. Cover credits to @Zayn_Imagines. ♠ My original work. All rights are re...
