All I asked for was a little love,
You could've said yes or no.
Instead you chose to play,
With what's left of my heart,
Which was stabbed and cut off,
By my lovers in the past.
And now here you are,
Doing the same,
Won't anyone stop it,
Until there's nothing left.
YOU ARE READING
Efflorescence
PoezjaEverywhere my tears spill, Are buds that are trying to grow. Every bud to be bloomed , Holds an essence of my tears. The path that I've traveled, Leave trails of buds to be bloomed, I've come too far and it's too late, To runaway before this Efflor...
