I now know what my parents wained me about, it was not of the grass or the pills it was the eyes I fell for and the words that broke me.
I fell for you so many times my cuts are not shown on my arm anymore but on my heart you broke so many times.
You blamed me for demons that you put in my head, but i was crazy. Crazy in love with you.
I kept on giving you my heart, just so you can break it again. What can I say I'm hopeless.
Hopelessly devoted to you.
You always wanted
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Poetry : A King's Poverty
PoetryA description of a king is almost defined by the way there Kingdom is perceive "Perfect" Nobody knows that, the ruler of the Land wears two crowns with two different coronation, One crown is for his might, the other is the side he never shows. As yo...
