The last thing you gave me,
was a gold ring.
I treasured it like it was the most important thing in my life,
it all changed when you left,
suddenly it was just a memory of my mistake.
It became unimportant to me,
and I gave it away to your new girl,
but she had the same one.
How ironic?
-Moonlit_Days
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Cries of the heart (1 of the Fragile series)
PoesíaWhen the heart is mentally broken, it still keeps beating, refusing to flatline. But it writes poetry while beating steadily, it's own pattern. In the end, love is found but then lost again, and the heart is mending itself. *** Meet the heart, or mo...
