You've got me tied up and bound with that little pinky of yours,
A promise you made me keep yet you had cut that invisible chord.
I did the things I said,
Never breaking the truce,
But what did you do?
You fell out of love and went with someone new.
moonpiedye
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nostalgia.
Poetry❝nostalgia is a compilation of poems, some thoughts and quotes made throughout the years and to come.❞
