Sad, isn't it?
Knowing you know
How low the blow
Used your wiles
Your pretty smile
The charm, the grace
Your lovely face
Body, your mind
For me to find
Internally lined
With black, unkind
Hopes, fears
Months, years
Drowning
In tears
So begone
Leave me here
Don't come back
Don't come near
My heart
Turned to stone
Abandoned
alone
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Your never abandoned my good Sir, look at your phone, listen to that little meow, and you'll find we're all there with you!'! Nicely written Matey 👍
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