Never want to be the number three
Between the two of you
Though it is still unclear
Half of my heart believed two
It died
The other half chose the one
for long chance of surviving
To constantly giving hope
And it suffered, badly
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryMood : Can i play with you? Swing : Sure. Me : Why just play when we can have a party? Mood : * looking at swing * Swing : * looking at mood * Both : Yes!! Me : 😈
