Destitute
Fainthearted Coward, I might be.
Midnight blackness, eyes not seen.
Threadbare excuse, truths or lies?
Bygone times, love has died.
Midnight blackness, eyes not seen.
Threadbare excuse, truths or lies?
Bygone times, love has died.
This Poems Story
This poem is about love that is no more.
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