I placed flowers on the lane,
Hoped for a ring, love to attain.
My kindness, a dagger, it turned,
She soared to wealth, my heart burned.
You left for the elite,
Is the bloom 'round your neck discreet?
Our love laid to rest in the tomb,
Is the affluent heir your love's heirloom?
Do you revel in the embrace of affluence?
I, naive, believed, in your innocence.
I'd rather perish than love untrue,
My heart shattered, believing in you.
Why did I love, what did I find?
Laughing, I'm dying, love left behind.
Did you fly on whims or wealth's grace?
Forcing love to bloom, a cold embrace.
I'm falling, a cliff draws near,
My mother weeps, shedding a tear.
You left for the apex, the crest,
Is the floral neck different from the rest?
Love interred, a rich son's divide,
In the arms of opulence, do you confide?
I'd rather perish than trust and love,
Why did I seek solace from above?
In laughter, I find death drawing nigh,
A love betrayed, a bitter goodbye.
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"Chronicles of the Mind"
Romance"Words like colors on a canvas, each stroke of the pen weaving a different emotion. 'Chronicles of the Mind' is a poetry collection that explores the vast landscape of human experience through twelve unique styles. From free verse to sonnets, haikus...
