Empty within
Fell in love on a whim
Searching, searching
Dearly mourning
Finding nothing but
Empty promises and
Loves held all too tightly
How hypocritical
That the one love she had
She would let go?
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The Drabbles of a Young Mind
PoetryPoems made during fits of passion, or you know, whenever it is that inspiration decides to hit.
