Classic Poem by Nora Jamal

Classic



Don’t expect me to say sorry

You spoke of me like i am sinful

When I fought many by my glory

Yet you were not even blissful

I shielded you from the thorn

Placed myself in your position

I thought you did no wrong

But you vanished and disturbed the opposition

All and all, it began once more.

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