I once met a boy, with a scar running from his eye to his cheek,
And to tell you the truth,
His life was quite bleak.
He wouldn't utter a word to a anyone
But me.
He wouldn't lift a finger for anyone
But me.
He never showed concern for anyone,
But me.
He never loved anyone,
But me.
And when I told him I loved him back, he said "love is overrated."
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Love Poems 💔
PoetryA collection of long and short poems for those that want sad and romantic poems to read. 'You held my hand, as my eyes leaked, whispered my name and kissed my cheeks' -Love Poems A\N :This is my first time writing poems so plz don't judge too harshl...
