I was only to visit,
And occupy you for a while.
No attachment or love,
But time with you was so beguile.
You were the center of my everything,
And maybe you still are.
But I've learned that my should be in a vault,
Not an easily breakable jar.
I am only here till your satisfaction,
there are no real feelings or attraction.
I have taken it upon myself,
To yield and let go.
With many broken hearts,
and the things that I know.
With this knowledge my heart does harden,
Sad to think I was never to stay in your garden.
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Book Of Mine
PoetryBook of Mine is a series of poems derived from my experiences mentally, emotionally, and physically. Some poems are inspired by people in my life and others are derived from experiences. In this book I will also feature some poems purely from my own...
