Ironic... isn't it?
You are hurt by the same soul,
Over and over again,
Yet you decide to give another chance.
Your heart bleeds,
You eyes cry,
Your soul aches,
Yet you stay.
Cursed was the day,
When I discovered your existence.
It shall forever be a day,
Filled with regrets and memories.
~RFS
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[Written in the memories of none!]
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My Handmade Poetries
PoetryNow that you have read this line, I dare you to enter this book and start reading my short poems. 😉
