To leave, or to stay?
Truly a hard choice to make.
A fork in the road,
I wonder which path to take?
Why was I blind?
Left your actions dismissed.
In you was something more,
But you were just rotten to the core.
Why did you go away?
Go astray?
Many of my questions start with why's,
But I won't weep and cry.
Your words pierce,
Strong as they were, my heart was fierce.
To be together, I never forced,
Nor did I lay upon you a curse.
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SCINTILLA ¦ poems and more.
RandomSCINTILLA n. a tiny trace or spark of a specified quality or feeling. poems, short stories and pieces of writing from the bottom of my heart. [ mixed languages ] chapters will be in either filipino or english updates; whenever i feel like it
