Broken up with me
The wind suddenly blewand thinking of my love,
I started to cry
in front of a Dove,
That looked at me
inquisitively,
asking me with compassion
(in a rather casual fashion):
Why did my life cease?
And the reason for the bashin'
of my poor heart crashin',
falling piece by piece
as tears released,
like the affluent of a river
of infinite sorrow,
(I felt a frightening and sad shiver)
cause she won't be with me
tomorrow.
Poetry by Golden Minotaur
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Written on 2025-09-02 at 10:38
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