she crept behind
and carved out my heart
as i stood amidst
the passing sunlight.
speaking farewell
to a forsaken lover
stuck in the labyrinth
of a love and another.
~ labyrinth
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acheful
Poetry❝ the town was paper but the memories were not. ❞ an anthology of poems written during an inexplicable journey of friendship, hope and forgiveness called life.
