The world was so unfair
Deep in her heart there was despair;
But she was never cruel
She couldn't hate like other fools;
She loved and loved though she got nothing is return.
She was always her own broom
Picking up all the pieces the world left in her room.
There she stayed fierce and strong,
Like as if nothing had gone wrong.
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Poems By A Nymph Drunk On Words
شِعرWords, They have changed me They have captured my soul and owned it But don't be scared my dear For Oh you have no clue How much I'm in love to be drunk on words.
