February 03, 2019
In that tree, we first met
Always waiting for the sunset
Now I'm talking to death
Cuz' you gave me the pain I cannot forget
Am I not enough?
Do you think I ain't so tough?
Always asking myself in my mind
Cuz' I'm sick of being left behind
You left with nothing even the answer
Now I wish I have severe cancer
And maybe the solution is being deadly
That way, the pain hurts physically and not mentally
Now I have known
The truth is that you're not the one too
Cuz you left me all alone
But I know this feeling is not new
Love, No One
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Love, No One
PoetryA compilation of poems for everyone written by no one. [Book One: Love, No One (On-going)]
