A broken arrow
By Tissa
Risanto
We’ve
promised on behalf of our little fingers
As my heart
received bright hope in front,
you put me
in trust our future with no suffers
no I didn’t smell,
it is from an evil ant
You pull the
trust arrow from my heart
It was
there, now it is a hole pain
Nature has
warned you!
But the ego
defeat the pure heart
You can’t
stab your arrow back
you can't
give me your "so fake" effort
You can’t
re-put cause it’s already crack
You can’t
allay this suffer heart
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