There was a girl who I once love,
and let her become my world.
He's happy with her and
all of the above,
the reason it kept
spinning around.
I tried to love her as her friend,
then confess to be her lover;
but she never loved me in the end
never returned what I lend-
her heart was for another.
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Mementos
PoetryI wrote poems of her, about she and me. romances of him, of how we became us, yet we can't be. . . . Let me hear your voices after reading. Please leave your comments after😊😊 HIGHEST RANKINGS #13- in moving forward #59-in hoping #23- in poezie
