I crave for the way those eyes used to look at me,
Tho' those eyes weren't meant to adore mine
But I do find myself wishing-
Wishing to have never broken your heart
Though it meant saving yours
Then again you'd never know why,
Why my own happiness I had to ruin.
Maybe in another lifetime
Farewell, my love.
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Prophecy [poetry]
Poetry❝ I'm a sinner whose only sin was to have loved too hard ❞ A prophecy of every soul that'd ever been caught in the whims of love and lust. One-liners and poetry.