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There are many things stuck in my head
With all those things, I can't go to bed
The stream of passion, now a gyre of dust;
With truths derailed so unjust
Your trust is the lily I kept
Alas, you threw it to the bluest river
A lad with heart so brute and twisted
Forced me to swallow the pride I gritted
We both thought our love can always fight
But a vile startled you out of sight
O, dedication of mine failed us
The touch I gave only turned to rust
I couldn't cheer you out of stress
Without your love, I am down to death
I can no longer see my tears
On the surface of a puddle of drear
I used to think that you weren't blind
I thought you'd hear how I cried
What if I was a goddess, not just in your eyes?
Would you even dare to deny?
We were both happy like a bond of treasures
We thought we could make it to forever
A love not given, but sold
Made me question what you once told
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A Poet's Diary
PoetryWhen she first felt disappointment in herself, she hid. When she wanted to step out and give it a shot, she took the step. When she first felt rejection, she renounced his presence. When she wanted to show her hidden truths, she spoke. When the butt...
