I told myself I wouldn't fall,
I told myself it was all just a game,
No emotions or passion would come in the way at all,
But suddenly it just wasn't the same,
It was more than nothing,
But less than something,
It was something in-between,
I told myself I wouldn't let myself fall for you,
But right now; nothing is as it seems.
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Dust of the untold
PoetryYet another poem collection, Ready to be free, Words written down by a stranger, Some scars you just got to see. A collection of hearts, A bucket of sorrow, A box of pain and my deepest thoughts. These are untold stories, From a closed soul, and a c...
