Mar 2
You whispered gently in my ear, words I didn't want to hear.
And although you wished it to be true, I knew that it was only for you.
I froze into blemished stone, your words were poison to me alone.
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Poetry For The Lost People
Poetry365 observations and comments about society, life and love throughout 2022. Come with me on my journey day by day, as I write what I've always wanted to say. There is no method or planning, just thoughts and perceptions about the way of the world. A...
