Oh, how you hurt me so. How I write in times of woe. Though, I never found you a foe. I did all I could, and you did what you should. Nothing really ever works, and this pain lurks. I tend to rhyme when I’m not in my prime; tend to visualize when I don’t feel prioritized. Though I enjoyed my time with you, this still hurts more than I could imagine. You were my world, but now my head is nothing but swirled. A sweet and sour lemon drop on the tongue is the best way to describe our time in young. I hope this choice is best for you I truly do, but what you did I shall rue.
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Author:
willsmithye (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I recently have gone through a breakup and I wanted to share what I've created. Not sure why just the world telling me to.
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Sorry . Sounds difficult (
A good expression tho .,
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