Pining and whining,
That's the kind of girl she is.
But what for, is what they wonder,
And how did she become like this?
In truth she is broken,
Her heart fragments of ice.
The one she loved had left her,
Not once, not twice, but thrice.
She'll look for another,
One to mend her heart.
But in the end they're all the same,
They'll tear her heart apart.
She sobs and cries,
Wishing for a blissful remedy.
But truth be told, in all honesty,
Her life is such a tragedy.
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Compathy: A Collection Of Poetry
Poetry"Through grief and sorrow, through joy and through love, shouldn't these emotions be shared?" A collection of poems that come from the heart, and worded in the most poetic forms to say and spread what is not spoken, whether it be melancholic or joyo...
