relationshipA Poem by nomad thinkinglike
I loved to steal money not the poetry.
I imagined love of my life. life was blessed. Not the relationship. She took me for granted. I took for her cool. Framed people who are already gone and alive. Living their pseudo hell to life and love enough. Stop pretending and blossom like a cactus. Go on and on and on.
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Added on October 7, 2014Last Updated on October 7, 2014 Tags: relationship Author
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