He was so fickle.
She was blinder than hydra.
But, still she loved him…
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By Katarzyna Popiel3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (5)
Darn love, it never knows when to stop. Just squeeze and squeeze our heart, it never listens. Sigh!!!!
Well, then... lol another aewesome haiku, RP!
love never dies..well written
Well written!!
I feel attacked, lol. Loved your Haiku!