all the streets that we've walked on,
i'd turn them into rubble,
as they remind me of our love.
and all the sheets that we've slept on,
i'll burn them, i'm in trouble,
as the bed's now, oh, so cold.
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It Was Another Lonely Summer
PoetryThis is my very first attempt at writing and publishing a poetry book. Following the evolution of a relationship, the poems describe feelings of love, peace, insecurity, jealousy, resentment and pain. Please feel free to vote, comment or ask me que...
