Wasted:
you conquered hearts
for destined souls
wondered between lies
for selfish goals
grabbed the chance
to make him kneel
for love's desire
but worthless deal
under your curse
his mind is twisted
he does not know
he'll never know
his words are wasted
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(1) Prologues of a Brokenheart (COMPLETED)
Poetry"because love requires guts, a soul, and a short term memory..." -some bookmark Random thoughts and lyrics about the heart and it's misadventures. [Copyright.styledinpink.sweetnovemberof.2013]
