My brown eyes were pleading for more,
But its been suffering from sore.
Enough drowning in deep sadness,
Forbear from our old madness.
No more cries and pain every night,
For our memoir I always cite.
Bygone memories of our past,
That for our world would never last.
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Transcript Of Her Heart
PoetryRipples within this such tragedy, Turns art in the shades of poetry. "For my lover who devoided my heart, my seas been broken from keeping you ashore." [COMPLETED]
