A lovers’ spat written as a round.

The cry of someone betrayed by false hope.

Try to forget what came before.

I am pained to remember what it was like before.

You leave me feeling so frustrated.

Poem.

Poetry.

When you really love your woman… Put a ring on it.

If I just walk away, I would not suffer, anyway, that’s life.
By the way, I should be lying down resting now, but I am writing instead, hahaha.

Falling into the hands of love.