Little by little it breaks. Tick tock tick. Sadly its one fool’s mistake. Take, take, take. Wait, wait, wait. How much time would it take for this fool to realize its mistake? Before long love is gone. Sorrow wears its crown. While hate sits below a frown.
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Posted: Jul 2013
About this poem:
Honestly i'm tired! So sick of it! I just wish i could end this!
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