He was a lottery,
That I won,
A bright sun,
In my darkness.
He was a fear,
That I never wanted,
The first tear,
At the beginning of the night.
He was a sin,
That I regret committing,
My scammed win,
And temporary sun.
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I'm Just Trying To Find Painless Love
Poetry"Sometimes it's not the butterflies that tell you you're in love... but the pain." -Unknown Part Three: I guess I still need to learn. --------- A collection of 2018 and 2019 poems 12/3/19 #5 in livinglife #47 in painfullove 19/3/19 #182 in finding...
