I never wanted to hate you,
But you often strayed away from the road you build,
Easily swayed by anything you wrote,
Which you don't even know what they holds.
From the blackness of ink
and crumples of papers,
They are merely lies
and they don't deserve to be told for sold.
I never wanted to hate you, but I do now.
Dear, myself.
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Im gonna start posting back my poems sebab nak make sure poetry community stay alive on wattpad!!
Its sad bila i didnt see many puisi like the old dayss :/
