Suddenly, she found herself weary,
When the heartaches of yesterday bleeds into February.
Sobs had come as a welcome release,
When she can’t find herself at ease.
It all started when she picked the most attractive flower in the pot,
But end up with the last petal which is 'he loves me not'.
No one can stop her even herself alone,
Is there a cure to stop making him her home?
No matter what he do,
She chose not to let him go.
No matter what he say,
She’d pretend that it’s okay.
She gave her all,
But left befool.
Love does not work that way,
But he was her favorite agony.
No matter how much tears she shed,
Everything must come to an end.
No matter how loud she scream,
Stars weren’t aligned for them.
AND, finally, she chose herself,
If she don’t, who else will?
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PoesíaThe poems are originally made by the author. DO NOT COPY OR REPRODUCE WITHOUT THE CONSENT OF THE AUTHOR. About life, self-love, love, crush, agony, and other stuffs.
