Maybe this grief is too much
But she decided it can't be as such
For her melancholy is not her story
No, she believes it's only temporary
So she brushed him off with tears
Maybe it has come- the day she fears
So she took off with another smile
Her freedom, it's been a while
And now she's sure of your deceit
How you always treat her like a piece of sh*t
Okay, she's okay, it's finally over
Though sometimes she'd wish she wasn't sober
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Trinkets
PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
