A little boy meets a little girl, Friendship grows to start the whirl, Then comes another. Then another as well. The four friends become closer, As days pass two friends grow to lovers, It grew and grew until she broke it,
And she treated his broken heart like a unwanted token. It happened twice and then it was done. His heart had been over wrung.
It started with that and ended with 2 leaving, The girl and the boy stayed and came leading. We'll call her Genesis and him Marten but heed this. You hear this story, do you think it false?
Think again, it's true, and to be to you, That's just the start of this broken heart.
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Poems from the Heart
PoetryJust poems I write about how I feel and why I don't actually feel up to stuff sometimes. DO NOT TRY TO HURT ANYONE OR DISS ANYONE IN THE COMMENTS. I WILL SNAP BACK,REPORT,OR DELETE. Thank you!
