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A day that I anticipated before
a number I always get excited for
a month that holds meaningful memories
and the time we shared that felt like centuries.
Those beautiful chocolate brown eyes
haunt me with mournful cries
curly hair that cascaded like the waterfall
a thought that's poisoning me like alcohol.
I wish I had done better
it wouldn't have been a torment to remember
I wish I wasn't a fool
to be lured into a trap and used as a tool.
Every consequence I did
turned into wasted acid
you asked for forgiveness
abided to your will, feeling all hopeless.
"I love you no matter what"
to believe that, I must have been a delusional nut
"I want to grow old with you"
damn, that must have been a misconstrue.
A heart, ripped and broken into pieces
my pulse, slowly ceases
then you left me
shattering to bits endlessly.
-A-
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Catoptric Tristesse
Poetry"When you write from the heart, They are your work of art. Whatever pattern, You choose to do it doesn't matter. The pen and your paper are your instruments, That would create brilliance." catoptric tristesse: (n.) "the sadness that you'll never...
