C'est la vie

She would please me, I believe, if she
Would stay. She doesn't, having told
Herself that I'm an asshole. There's no
Question that I am, so, though I wished
To bring her near me, I have let her go.





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-09-18 at 13:22

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