Love Poetry Collections (SEASON 2)

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Ms. Brooklyn

She's my crying shoulder
She is Brooklyn,
I turned the page,
My turn, my turn.

Going to left, going to right,
Whenever I glance my eyes,
Attention is to her,
To her, who I am forbear.

Went to those mystical garden,
Went to her heart...

She didn't notice it...
That my heart sank,
That my entire soul had already set inlove,

That I'm truly,
true to her, who she didn't...

She had been inlove for coupleof years...
She had been exposed to lots of sorrowful mankind's,
She is Brooklyn—steady sight on her,

But didn't recognise her wounded heart,
Hear every muffles, every screams,
When her heart beats irregularly,
And I heard it, but she didn't.

She'll be a miss forever,
I am the man who had been lost for decades.

💛: ♡♡~~say says,
@jas

ps: Brooklyn seemed to be manly for me this time, she has this summer articles that could be easily digest by the receiver, and once it travels deep down the sensible colors of our mind, it would create history all over again, this dictates...whatever you chant for any beliefs a history will always be—a happened story.

pss: he's still alive, i know.