we grew, we grew, we grew
and stayed to our hearts true
polished our tongues to be new
hoping we'd be less hurtful
less of the old-young brutes
We Grew 2 Late.
Fate Was Hate.
Fate Destroyed Faith.
8th Of May, Was When It Happened. The 3rd Of May Was When It Was Best 2 Stop Trying.
Crying Heart (Yourz) 2 It's Former Counterpart. We Found Each Other Again, Somehow: May 8th.
Worth It All Was The Conversation. Your Nu Love Wasn't Such A Love & My Nu Love Wasn't Such A Love.
Alive. U & I, Again, Alive. Alas, Distant Friends Was Our Ultimate Fate. The Coin We Used 2 B Fades Away With Our Final United Motto, Highlighted: "We Grew 2 Late".
- Authors: wondergirl (Pseudonym), Broken Ankh
- Visible: All lines
- Finished: June 12th, 2024 18:00
- Limit: 7 stanzas
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- Comment from author about the poem: Hello! A little context for this would be that the narrator talks of a relationship that had its good times which gradually turned bad, and how they acted upon it. Everyone's free to participate! Thanks a lot :)
- Category: Love
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