TALES FROM MY PAST:Sketches come to pace.

I thought that she would come to the outskirts

Outskirts of my soul

Without a skirt or say a hat

And make a pact with my heart

For what’s a heart without a soul

Or even a soul without a mate

But instead along the way others she met

And ran off to them into the dark

And my energies I felt suck

Off of me as in wait I stuck

And lay as though my heart she ripped

So don’t tell a man to try and move on

For what is love if you put your grove on

And drop it along the way,I mean come on

True love I heard it never dies

For if it does then they were all lies

So let me linger and just forgive

For all the space and time,her I will give

And let my heart learn to grieve….

PePa:- tales from my past.

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