IronicA Poem by Winter
You were always there
Standing there beside me No matter where I am Unless they are around You bring me sadness But you bring me peace You only come When others leave I welcome you my friend You are my only friend But your name is ironic You are loneliness © 2016 WinterAuthor's Note
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Added on September 13, 2016 Last Updated on November 14, 2016 Author
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