Who is this girl you speak of so kind.
My young boy I can't seem to find.
A kiss on the neck.
With nothing to regret.
Sweet boy I tell you,
This bet.
I'll make you a bet that you'll no longer love.
I'll then know,
You didn't fit like a glove.
Of course I'll always have my doubt.
That you'll find some body out.
One day you'll forget that I was here.
One day you'll forget that I was your dear.
A superior mind.
I was never that kind.
A peculiar,
Find.
A circular,
Mind.
A repeat of what I once demised.
This all could've been compromised.
Yet,
Instead you let the love die.
Good bye..
i shall say for the last time
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryPoetry has always completely held me together. It's kind like how you breathe oxygen. It's something I have to do. Poetry is something like oxygen to me. Without it I wouldn't survive. ~ remember love is a crime and I'll do the time for loving what'...
