She felt cold even when she were held tightly in your arms.
Saw emptiness in your every smile,
She saw pride as you laughed.
Loathe replaced love slowly how it started,
Teared her heart apart so she can't love any more.
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I was listening to BAYLI - not safe as I wrote this chapter. On that note I'd like dedicate this chapter to her and send a huge and warm shoutout to her for doing the most in her music ❤️🏆
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Portraits of her heart
ПоэзияTo all poet enthusiasts, well this is for you. This lovely book is a third person narrative, and yes it's full of poetry whereby you find romance, somber, melancholy, hurt, ecstasy, love, affection, fondness, remorse and a whole lot more. So please...
