I do not know love as from a thorned rose.
Silent, Bold, yet intense like moveless art.
Love I do not show, heartless I suppose.
Plauged with a disease of lies doomed at the start
It was once great but now my days move on.
Those melancholy, empty, aimless years
I'm not goin to sing another sad song.
Love I have no intentions on crying tears.
Blaming myself...trying to right my wrongs.
Nothing can derail this train of bad thoughts.
And I can only do this for so long.
It wasn't you, It was me, I'm at fault.
Loveless and lonely yet I shall go on
"Inspired by a One Art by Elizabeth Bishop"
Kiwana Y 1st period
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