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There she is. Walking along the ancient vintage road. Making it to the dreamland appears to be difficult. The journey appears to be long.
By Gloria Penelopeabout a year ago in Poets
I knew what I was doing. I turned my back on him. I betrayed him, I broke promises. I didn't know that tables could turn.
As close pals. That was how it all began. That's what we were. Nonetheless, he had a crush on me. Strong, undeniable feelings.
She availed herself Only for him. He didn't see her. He never cared Neither did he look backward. She walked and followed him.
I've heard it before. Rumors of love. They once enlightened me about it. Yet I never believed it was true. They said that love is blind.
Once a teenager, but not anymore. Once vibrant, all went away. Changes to adulthood happened. Shadows of adultery took over her life.
So, I ended up like this. The life I'm living. Me, being an introvert and quiet. Sad and smiling occasionally. Yet my heart is full of agony.
I swear That I truly love you. I still think highly of you. You are still in my heart. Please Meet me halfway. I still adore you.
Marriage life to me Like lemon, it is sour. Is this how it should be? In his presence, I live a lie. I am afraid of him.
Like a carnival, my life is My heart is in agony. The emotion within me, It feels like I could die at any moment. I'm attempting to locate my way out.
What's done in the dark, It's like a dream in the shadow. It's covered by deep secrets. It's like living an adventure, The truth lies on the edge.
poems were published the author of those poems never read after writing never said anything about them yet their poems shined
