Maybe it wasn't a simple fairy tale.
Maybe it was all in my head.
Maybe what I saw was amaranthine.
Maybe all you saw was red.
Maybe what there was was enough for me.
Maybe you still wanted more.
Maybe I was never good enough.
Maybe you just didn't care what your heart was for.
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Poetry"Maybe the purpose of life, Isn't a definite aim, But, to stumble upon a place, That numbs your pain" ✒Copyrights © 2017 to @LittleMissSunshinine of Wattpad. ✒*Highest rank - 10 in poetry on 6/6/17. * First Place Winner of...
