Category : Poems

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When we sit and think about the times and days i cannot give hee back, i wondered if she always weept with the melancholy tone that i never noticed. I once held her and kept her from the cold. I had never for seen the action that this would bring me. In truth once i seen those emerald eyes i was hooked from the start. And i would die that way as well. Under her spell with her devouring all i had left to give. Every chance i had to escape i told myself it would only be a mistake. I wasn't strong enough for her and i always knew i couldn't keep her. So why did i stay anyway?