fredag 7 april 2017

A lousy poem by me


Broken rings, broken promises.
Heartbroken.

Memories that hurt, feelings that can't be overcome.
Lonely.

Always mourning. Often crying.
Heartsick.

Years goes by. Existence continues. Indecline.

Playing with fire. Til I get burned.
And I burn.


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