They promised her stars and a world beyond,
for a night over her skin.
While she would wait for pretty flowers and a longer company;
Again alone.
(Cheesy hopes over disappointing personalities)
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Misfits et al.
Poetry[An Experimental Attempt] A book of poetry that doesn't always rhyme; towards yet another attempt to dwell into realities, emotions and dreams-trying to scratch away layers without tearing them up. Thank you for checking them out.
