And girls get their hearts broken,
fretting over stupid, useless things,
being troubled over topics spoken,
pulling their hearts along with strings;
for boys who pay them no attention,
whilst considering them as their Kings,
and when then comes their detention,
they overdramatize their broken wings;
but it is wrong to be so obsessive,
with boys who have no interest;
and it is wrong to be so excessive,
to dramatize like mount Everest;
but it is wrong to keep feeling so blue,
over boys that spare them no glance,
and it is wrong to keep lying so true,
just to think that they have the slightest a chance.
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Poesy of Eloquence
Poetry❝ this tragedy is soaked with tears that dry the ink in my hands. ❞ ━ the poesy I've yearned to release ever since I taught myself to pick up the pen and write. ❝ for if the painting of my words be the garden upon the gate of heaven, glimpse them...
