Promises are made to be broken,
Most people say.
And your aura will be darken
When fate pulls both of you away.
Then, I thought about this:
Your hugs and kisses that I miss,
Your doubtful promises to me,
And your last text "Set me free."
What happened to your promises?
I doubt them, but I still hoped a lot.
Well, I may not be the luckiest.
But at least, I learned from the past.
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Midnight Thoughts [INCOMPLETE]
PoetryHave you ever wondered if I'm okay? 'Cause I always do, darling.
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