❛❛ Everytime I look at the clouds
All I could think about is thou
Tears I earned with a bound
Felt worth it after making my heart pound
Now whenever I stay up late at night
I realized how those tears are wasted
Not only the crystal drops that shed up my light
But also the love you let me feel which I tasted
It was too much - the pain you gave
Those tears were the one to tell
Pouring upon from the deepest of hell
And nothing left for I am dead. ❜❜
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DYSPHORIA ➛〚 POETRY 〛
PoetryWords and lies, Told in a poetry, Buried inside, the heart ㅡ Of yours truly. Highest rank in POETRY: #58 - 09/13/2017 #62 - 09/12/2017 #66 - 09/10/2017
