It's Done
I'm done with you;
Stop doing what you do.
Don't brag as if the world
revolves to only you.
You're nothing but a dot,
a speck of dust in the map.
It's done, you know.
Stop pushing what you don't deserve
to only pull again like it won't hurt.
Stones are hard,
and I am not;
bear that in mind, will you?
We're done, your choice.
It's hard but I'll stop
bandaging the wounds of your ignorance;
'Coz you are a hopeless case
while I'm done being hopeful on this chase.
Though alone, I feel free,
when we ended that's all to be.
It's done, it hurt.
I'm tired but still alive;
Look who's breaking and wired.
ID. 09252019.
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Thơ caFor the love of poems, proses, words, and stuffs. Just a girl who wished to conquer the heights with love but less of your prejudice. I write rhymes so you can hear my heart. I write them as the whirling thoughts escaping my mind. So if you happ...
