Treachery
My mind was fixed on forgetting,
Someone like you.
Promised to never fall again,
Like I always do.
But this thing that beats inside my chest,
Was hard to subdue.
Still it beats uncontrollably,
For the person that remained untrue
To his thousand promises,
That laid broken and blue.
April 25, 2020
4:21PM
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100 Days || Poetry
Poetry2nd Place : The Pantheon Awards 2020 100 Days. 100 thoughts. 100 poems. Welcome to my newest collection of poems written based on what random things that comes into my mind. Be it pain, or happiness. Join me as I challenge myself to write from scra...
