I gave you thousands of chance,
But you never made a stance.
Look above, under the pink full moon,
Look how sadness it only croon.
Perhaps it's for our own good,
For us that you've never stood.
Or for that old dead flowers,
Stolen everytime we met in rain showers.
Maybe it's for our own right,
To turn our dying love tight.
For hence, If I'd turn away,
You'd be the one left to stay.
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Transcript Of Her Heart
PoetryRipples within this such tragedy, Turns art in the shades of poetry. "For my lover who devoided my heart, my seas been broken from keeping you ashore." [COMPLETED]
