We are the complete opposite ,
Of one another;
Desires are immoderate ,
Uncovered .
Why was it me ?,
You pursued ;
So carefree ,
To intrude.
Picking up the crumbs ,
You left behind ;
Nothing else to numb ,
Or assign.
A prize once won ,
Isn’t as new ;
What was once fun ,
You outgrew.
Too many favors,
To pick just one ;
A lot of flavors,
For just anyone.
- Author: Anonymous_1226 ( Offline)
- Published: April 7th, 2023 14:10
- Category: Unclassified
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