I wrote you a set of poetry,
But you still managed to leave me abruptly.
I made you a great story,
But you left me with nothing but agony.
I was there to witness your smile,
But you chose to walk with her in a million mile.
I offered you my shoulder to lean on,
But you only stayed until dawn.
I have given you everything I had,
But you chose to crush me as fine as the sand.
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The Untold
ПоэзияA collection of lame one shot stories, ugly poems, and random thoughts. In short, a collection of trashes.
