At the end,
I'm falling to you
Which it wasn't mine
To be at the first
I pity myself
Cause not be able
To hold the feelings
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Poetry: Once a Little Word
PoetryLife is full of curiosity. When someone involved in something out there, I wonder how would they think. How will they react to it. Though nothing was serious. But I still wonder.
Pity
At the end,
I'm falling to you
Which it wasn't mine
To be at the first
I pity myself
Cause not be able
To hold the feelings
