Chapter 11 of 33

Doomed Love

Poems Of Elegance59 words~1 min read

Our love, doomed from the start,

Strangled, before it had a chance to survive.

Never, to see the light of day,

Alone, I simply cannot be.

Without you, I am reduced to nothing,

My dear, please don’t leave.

Say, what will I do?

Without you, far away in another land.

Separated, By hundreds of nations,

Please, just don’t leave.

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