Ten lines ⚟ of lies

TEN LINES OF LIES

The words in this poem are true,
The world is better with you;
I'm glad that we met,
I have no regret.

You meant a lot to me,
With you I felt free;
You never raised your voice,
Nor failed to give me a choice.

It's not my fault you had to die,
I always loved your smile.


© Princewill 👁️

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