The worth,
That's priceless
The values can't count.
The affinity,
That's intense.
The affection can't mount.
Committed mistakes,
played each other on stakes.
Brutal rumors that are,
From being true not even far
Cruel overtalk, half true
But,
The other half wasn't untrue.
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts from an old diary
PoetryFeel free to vote and comment if you enjoy reading! (Previously known as "Poetry On Fingertips") •2nd Position in The Crown Awards 2020 •#1 in #poetryislife -28/June/2020 •#1 in #poetrylovers -26/Feb/2019 And plz don't copy my book, Truyen.
