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The day we met,
With arguments laced with threats,
Neither you, nor I felt,
The way I feel now, for you,
I beheld our faith,
But then you came again,
And stole my heart,
Proving me wrong on my part.
I thought 'twas your revenge.
But you called love.
Called me your bella, your sunshine,
As I began falling for you that time.
I believed you,
I trusted you,
I love you more that myself,
But little did I know,
That I was unbeknownyst of your avenge.
Not knowing your love,
Was laced with hatred,
I love you blindly, my love.
But you betrayed, abandoned And hated me,
You insulted and lied to me.
Oh love! Only if you know,
About my sorrow,
And heartbreak when you said
That I was just a Pawn
In Your Game Of Chess.
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YOU ARE READING
Serenade✔
Poetry"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all. " ~Oscar Wilde __________________________________ ✔You stay under the carpet of my room, Dusting the corners of my soul✔ __________________________________...
