There it is, saying 'not a chance'.
What kind of crime did I do for you throw spears at me?
I am dying to figure it out, can't you see?
How can I atone for my sins when I don't even know about it?
Wait, I am already suffering because of it.
My heart is breaking, I am crying,
I had never imagined that this would happen,
You killed me inside and tonight,
You finally gave me a signal of good bye.
Good bye, my friend. You will always be in my broken heart.
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Scars
PoésieA collection of poems and prose that reflects friendship, love and loneliness. Pieces of me.
