i look out at the city, it feels like home
you were sweet like honey, but ive been struck with some lovesick syndrome
poems like this make me feel wrong, theyre really not funny.
you said you loved me, but i feel it was a lie
the only words you said that stayed with me was your goodbye
i hope soon my sea of thoughts will pour out of my mind like ink
then you could stop plaguing me, it hurts just to think
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blvkmoon
you either die an edgelord or live long enough to see yourself becoming the lord of the seven seas