My trust to your soul
Is incomparable.
My addiction to your words
Is unsustainable.
You were the light in my dark,
The moon to my stars,
The smile to my flaws.
You were perfect-
Too good to be true.
But that was the thing,
Everything good I'd own
Would slip away,
Just like you did.
Without a notice nor goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryNoun (n) - A quality that includes the essential human virtues; compassion and humanity.
