all this pain
isn't worth it
for love as fickle as yours.
I stopped knocking at your door.
so don't come knocking at mine,
only to say you won't come in after I prepared the tea.
YOU ARE READING
Immortality of Pain
PoetryGatsby threw all the large parties for Daisy, I write poems for my love. and in the end? Daisy's a bitch.
