Yesterday, I learned how it happened;
The laziness and unhappiness built into it.
The guilt and suffering,
But I can make it work.
Billions of miles apart,
Still hate;
No regret,
Just hate.
That's how it happened.
Not taken care of,
A girl in a fairy costume.
Flowers blooming somewhere else;
Why did it happen?
I couldn't make it work.
That's how it happened.
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Poems for the People
PoetryA collection of my poems with deep meaning and truthfulness.
