Him

I take to pen and paper
these thoughts need to be penned
Itsy bits that fight to be opened
Him, he who left
and left my soul bereft
my mind was an angry storm
away from the norm
I sang the song of what I thought was love
Now I remain meek as a dove
the times we had, I miss
but i’ve learned to cope
’cause infront of me lies hope
I don’t know you now maybe life smiled on you
just hope you are happy

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Author: Githinjiw

A silent heart throb who shies away from too much attention, likes to read (nothing beats it) and is on a quest of self discovery.

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