Love was a blindfold,
A curse in disguise.
Believing, I stood holding the string of our love.
But you let go the other end, And
Marooned me all alone.
~UnfortunatePoet
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Poetry By UnfortunatePoet
Poetry#7 in Poetry (17/09/2016) Poetry is the painting that I make on the eyes of the beholder, to reach their soul. I try hard imagining things, getting into character, to pen down these poems. But it's strangely true, every piece of my work has a bit...
