To each his own accord
You do not share those very kisses, at least not with me, nor hug me as you do the other,
instead left with empty pockets and broken promises, upon a lonesome stretch of road with
heavy burden heartbreaks, now knowing about this one other joy that I have in being away
from you ever since.
instead left with empty pockets and broken promises, upon a lonesome stretch of road with
heavy burden heartbreaks, now knowing about this one other joy that I have in being away
from you ever since.
This Poems Story
The road like a cobblestone of many unexpected bumps along the way
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