Like the crumbling ruins of architecture.
I was in love with you silently.
When a rush of lust crawled in,
Like a gust of mountain water.
Shattering all my dreams.
Then I knew that you didn't love me,
For you never said so.
How could you give upon me so easily,
Without even a fight?
Was I that bad?
Wasn't I worthy of love?
Lust ruined our friendship,
Like the crumbling ruins of architecture.
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