1. My love was never pretended,
Nor was it ever contended,
My shreds were never mended,
Although I never minded,
Like strings we were binded,
Like twins we always tended,
To cling together till this sad story ended.
Hugs and kisses,
Everbright 😘🤗
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That Little Artist
PoetryAnother book of poems that I express my feelings (no sad ones though).. Hugs and kisses, Everbright. 😘🤗
