Heartbroken, that's what she is, She becomes bespoken to her boyfriend, who's her lover, bruises were cover up, foretoken, he's outspoken, she awoken to him, his face was dim, and her expressions hover, he was like her good luck clover, it would suck to be left over by her, oh sir, she's like a entrepreneur, stir up litterateur, refer him as amateur, she ain't no hater, he were a loner, she gave him a donor, when they became head over heels, he started to feel a boner, and she startled a squeal like a moaner, they ain't no stoner, they became a phoner to each other, oh peach, smother your love on me, he said, then she said, so carefree, that she agree to marry him, but she didn't foresee what was gonna happen to there relationship tree in the reality of the future, that the devotee will turn into retiree, who would be the producer of such violent abusers? Maybe is it computers ?
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Poetry Book 1: Heartache
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