I thought meeting you was fate, But I am now entranced in heartache, I wither away as we drift further and further apart each day, I could contain a composed state, but my heart breaks with each lie you say to my face, and the secrets you keep hidden away. I was a fool to think it was only me, sneaking kisses around corners where no one could see, I'd say I was surprised to find out your eyes are the gates of hell, but I made my choice as I walked down the stairwell, although I wish I could go back to our first date, erase the first time your hands held my face; meeting you was my favourite mistake.
Yanna Vlahos
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Giannulas Chronicals,
PoetryMy first series of poems, Falling in and out of love, finding myself again, and letting go of old pain. Thank you and I hope you Enjoy. New additions may not be found at the bottom but within the lineup. In chronological order. -giannula 🤍
