Sad.
Sader the the sound of me weeping.
The sound of his tears falling to the ground give me the sorrow on to creep,
Not to mention how he got me frowning,
but worse he can't see my reason.
The eager of my love give me the chills on for fighting,
but damn he is already broken.
For him not to bow is my expectations,
the flush of his smile shows no hesitations,
but for my love to be unseen gives me a dead allusion.
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Dazzled to the heart
RandomThings you might be felling! The endings might be a little different but all these poems and/or short stories are linked to me one way or another no matter how they sound or seem The photograph was not made by me It was taken from Google!!!
