she was my muse
i'd sing a lala by to her
but for now its of no use
coz' her eyes ain't the same no more
her voice ain't cute no more
cheating on her ain't fun no more
and in every word she utters
am left scared
and the feeling of letting her go
doesn't scare me no more
i don't feel guilty when i miss her call
and after hangups am anxious to call a whore.
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A Thousand Poems To Us'
PoetryThis is based on pure emotions and real life experiences.
