To be loved and cared for
Those were her only wishes.
Ready to sacrifice her all for
He who would stand through thorns and bushes.
Not knowing what she was in for
She blindly fell for your worthless riches.
Now alone not even crying foul
She smiles, though she's been shuttered to pieces.
YOU ARE READING
The Wild Circle
PoetryA bunch of letters by a young couple who became lost in the the wild quest of Love.
