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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I watched happily as he stepped foot on my terrace, All night we talked and he made my heart race. But every time the night ends we had to part, Bid our goodbyes, as the day will now start. We can not be seen together, For our love has always been forbidden. So what if he's a commoner, So what if he's a heathen. If it weren't for my veranda, I'd stay trapped in this jail where they put me. Shutting me out from the world, Not even once listening to my plea. Another night I awaited, but you didn't come. I waited for hours just to face the harsh reality With large bags in both hands, there you are with my sister. As if ice cold water was poured over me, I felt numb. They were right, you really did use me Heading back to the place where it all started, I went to my portico. Where happiness grew every time he climbs up, Where everything blew by the moment we broke up, I came here to feel, I came here to be free. The ground disappeared from beneath my feet, As I floated in the air with not even an ounce of despair. The wind tried to stop me from falling, but gravity defied and continued pulling. Hitting the ground with a loud thud, I just jumped off. I can feel the satisfaction as I slowly fade from reality, But why is it that I still feel empty? Remembering that this emptiness begun and ended at the balcony.
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