March 29, 2019
With a night so cold
I was here with no one to hold
But glad that I was told
That we can hear lies until we got old
People, crying
Roses, withering
I was inside the coffin, lying
Is it really the end or just the beginning?
Death should be whine about
But why are you all celebrating?
The truth that I finally heard from your mouth
I cried knowing the revenge that I was creating
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)]
