And For you,
I had handed over my life
To others who seen it
Of no worth,
And for me,
What of sacrifice
Did you achieve?
None, of your selfish esteem
For I am not worthy of,
Pain, grief
Bid me goodnight
And sour dreams.
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PoetryHighest rank: #23 In poetry. A compilation of Poems about love, heart break, depression and everything in between really. Black, white, and of course, a dose of grey.
