It's funny how it started like
When the air of cold breeze passes by
When flowers in the garden grow day by day
And when kids go swimming in the clear blue bay.
It's great how everything go by
The day I met you when I cry
You are there to encourage me to try
And that's when the thoughts in my head strike
I love you more than anything bright
But it's painful how it ended up
My heart has been broken
My tears have fallen
And my everything has been devastated
You choose to leave me
You choose to loathe me
You choose to hurt me
You choose to break me.
And still,
I love you that it hurts me.
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PoetryPoems about fear, sadness, darkness, betrayals, secrets, love and heart breaks.