Had I known how much it hurt,
I wouldn't have played dumb clueless,
Thought I did a smart favour,
Succumbing to the words,
Forgetting actions speak louder,
Sorry my love,
I was still a young flower,
Summer came in too late,
Blooming unknowingly forsaken
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Thoughts Of Love
PoetryBroken souls are still beautiful; if not the most beautiful.
Sorry
Had I known how much it hurt,
I wouldn't have played dumb clueless,
Thought I did a smart favour,
Succumbing to the words,
Forgetting actions speak louder,
Sorry my love,
I was still a young flower,
Summer came in too late,
Blooming unknowingly forsaken