In the beginning we were grand
Now we are bland
There was love
Now there is a black dove
Spreading hate across the state
I felt bad
But now I am glad
To let go of us
So go and catch a bus
An ocean full of blood isn't far
I will stick to where I am with tar
I am sorry to say we are over
Maybe you should fly like super grover
To world where you belong
A world with a lone song
One about betrayal fakeness and harm
A/N:
This is my first poem I have ever written. I hope u like it.
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XoXo Khadija
