You don't deserve a myriad of words
That I have spent abundantly and freely
You've fed me silence, though you knew it hurts
My pure love, my gentle, honest feelings.
You aren't worthy of all the countless songs
In every note, I'm crying my heart out
Perhaps I'm cursed: my soul to yours belongs
I kill this Love, it rises from the ground.
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Author:
Gregoria (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: June 28th, 2025 09:06
- Category: Unclassified
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