101 Pantoum
A hundred reasons of why you loved me
And a hundred reasons of why I left
Lovely smiles haunted by a charming spree
Has turned into me now being bereft.
Trapped inside a deceiving fairytale
Your presence kept me from falling apart
Just like boats always are expected to sail
You required to rip my innocent heart.
No matter how many times you don’t jump
Whether how much you poorly scratch your soul
The cliff expects for you to hear a plump
Because at the end the point is to shoal.
Is not forever but a bunch of nows
So stuck in your chest that you can not breathe
Where there is broken souls it never allows
To live or die for you ought to wreathe.
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