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Your words alluring me. Comforting me on my highs and lows. Taking me to a hot air balloon ride. Sometimes I think I was feeling too much, I might not remember. But then you said it was fine because it was August and not September.
It was September when you broke my heart. The night was bleak and chilly, as the storm was approaching in our skies. You confessed with such honest smiling eyes that everything you showed me was fake. You did that to deceive me. I asked you why. You only did it because you want to.
I retrace my steps back to the day I first saw you. To the line I drew in the sand. And then came the realization that it was meant to happen.
You are just a boy. And you did not deserve my heart, nor fragments of it. I deserved a man. Not a boy who would play his tricks on me and stab my heart a million times while smiling like a prince.
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Silence and Bass
Poetry[COMPLETED] The silence was too deafening so I wrote them in tattered torn pages with jagged lines. Poems I wrote even in my sleep. The ink in my pen profusely bleeding out words and stories from my past that shaped my present and makes me anticipa...
