To claim the empty throne,
You've made your heart a stone.
Then your love was thrown,
All our memories blown
I loved you to my very last bone,
But I'm here crying all alone.
Sharon Mathew
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Feather Quill
PoetryHighest rank #25 in Poetry #1 in Poetess #1 in Revolting #3 in Motivational What is poetry? "The Crown of literature is poetry" - W Somerset Maugham It's letting out your spirit.. Giving them the wings of words and let...
