The epitome of self fulfilling prophecy
A tragedy, but something I wont ever be.
A mockery, of love and effort given free
The treachery, of sunlit sin uncertainty
(Fuck you, I wish you the best)
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Author:
Hem (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: “Stuck waiting on someone, who’s not waiting on no one.”
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Comments2
Words that roll off the tongue and then one wonders what they mean. A fun poem
beautiful wordplay, a tragedy sense of love in display
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