It is 8:48 in the evening,
when I came up with my paper and ballpen.
Writing words that can clear my mind,
words that I thought can change everything.
Why did you leave me?
Is all I could ask myself.
am I not enough? am I something worthless?
why do people always choose to leave me?
am I not worth the risk?
Your words, actions... is that all a lie?
then why did you do that?
Your sweet voice that echoed in my head,
your gentle words that touches my heart.
Even if it's not true and;
even if all your promises have been broken
... I still love you, I'm sorry.
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Random Poetry
Поэзия"There's a bigger world outside your shell." It's just a compilation of different poems you might want to read.
