My beautiful tragedy
Broken and bruised
Gorgeous and humble
Why oh why did you join the jungle?
Hating you sweetly
Won't do either of us good
But I am honor bound
To end you soon
Snapping your fates string
As if you were some doped up goon
There's nothing left to do
But renounce my love for you.
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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.
