The last poem
@ Aphrose
(18+)
You are my star From fairest creature, my disire increase You are the one i always glance at from afar But the chance that you will notice me decrease Apple she is, so charming to my eyes Thats the reason why i take the risk And, now, just saying your name makes me realize How can i let this girl hurt me like this..? I am autumn rain Pinned down by pain and moaning for release Cause loving you is exhausted drain I might be driven to sell my love for peace Love is not about fighting your love for her 'cause love can show too when you learn to let go of her -Magenda.Rose.Violet
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