𝙱𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕

#18

He just wanted love,
From her who was bittersweet.
A love story begun?
Or the start of defeat?
His love warm as the sun.
Her love yet incomplete.
His draining soul trying to run,
from her misleading streets.
Did she win?
Or did he flee?
Maybe hiding under the sheets
was a cinnamon boy trying to sleep.

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