Curse
Sorrow swallows me whole
Leaving a vacant space in my chest
Reminding me of how I left
You fell so freely and easily
While I stood watching on the cliff
Refusing to take the risk
Your soft words whispered
Like a gentle breeze
But they couldn’t move me
I was planted so firmly into the ground
My roots buried deep
I could have never been yours to keep
I am like a curse
I cast a spell
And under my jinx your soft heart fell
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