And on the last day of loving, I spent my time writing you love letters, instead of mourning for both of our deaths. Instead of giving you what you deserved.
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Poems About Him
Poetry|A collection of poems • ɯᴉɥ ʇnoqɐ| |Feelings hurt| --- Why, oh why Must you torment me With those eyes of yours? With those dimples of yours? With that smile of yours?
sentiments
And on the last day of loving, I spent my time writing you love letters, instead of mourning for both of our deaths. Instead of giving you what you deserved.
