Let me die alone
I don't want to see the fake tears you weep
I shall never love again
For I was burn with wicked tongue
And demeaning touch
I rather be lonely
At least I would live happily with my friends
And not die of a heart that has been broken
With words of comtempt
That were uttered from yr lips
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It's sad when love has to end that way. Your poem about love gone wrong is well composed.5 stars.