The sweet "Happily ever afters,"
Like you read in the stories,
Is not what life is always like,
Let me tell thee.
Sometimes, life is like a classic bitch,
Who steals your grandma's handmade cookies,
From right under your noses,
While you dream about how beautiful life could be.
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Poetry[Highest rating :- #50] "His sweet succulent scent was so deeply sunken in my skin, Like the ink of poems absorbed by the pale paper. " ................................................... A collection of Random self-written poems, Both short and lo...
