I'm so predictable,
Of Course after seeing him with someone else,
It was quite irresistible,
to run and cry, drown in my pain.
And even though my tears leaves a stain,
I couldn't really care much.
I just craved a comforting touch.
My first love ends up with someone other than me,
and because of these stupid tears, I could barely see.
So the figure walking towards me was blurred,
being engulfed in hands that felt familiar but kind of didn't,
I expected their words to be slurred.
After all, everyone seemed to be drunk.
but his words only made my heart shrunk.
"I'm sorry"
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Dead Girl's Memoir
PoetryA man of his word, he seemed to be, if you had met him, I'm sure you'd agree. He'd strut through the room with his head held high, he'd smile at pretty ladies and simply just try. But trying was unnecessary with his looks, He was like the men from m...
