
Our heart once one, where and why have you gone
I cry for you, my first love. My last love, no other can be as good as you. Why, darling, did it end? Did you really have to go? Scars on my heart show my pain, but the tears I cried show so much more. My first love, my last love, my lifetime soulmate.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️



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