And I sat beside the grave of my
Ecstacy and mirth with a bottle of
Wine in my hands
Tell me who buried you here?
In this dark and deserted cemetery of
My heart
Tell me who obliterated and crucified you?
For heaven forbid
It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me
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The Fallen Stars
PoetryThis is a book of poetry. A journey of love, pain, heartbreak, sorrows, anger, fear, sadness and regret. *Author's note* Before you start reading this book I want you all to know that everything in this book is originally and purely written by me an...
