Yet I know more than well
Thy lies, thy betrayal.
Thyself had given thee the spell
Known only if being royal.
Thou was the thing I could
Not forget about day and night,
Although I well know I should
Forget, continue as might
Thou I had never loved.
Yet still, I can't let go of a memories
How small attention thou showed
And all of thy love being forgeries.
I keep and continue on blaming thee
So long as thy eyes can see.
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Amateur's thoughts (written as poems, sonnets and short texts)
PoesíaJust me and my dumb thoughts and some quotes from movies and William Shakespeare. It's clearly nothing special but it's mine, it's just as honest as it could be. It's my feelings expressed in this sort of a book. If you're gonna read this, switch yo...
