[Poetry] Victim

The first time I saw her
I knew I would hand her
My heart on a silver platter.

The first time she saw him
She gave everything to him
And my heart became the victim.

© Jade M. Wong

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[Poetry] A Single Teardrop

A single teardrop fell from the sky.
It tumbled through the air.
It fell onto my hand and surprised me,
When it stayed quite still there.

I peeked into the teardrop
And gasped at what I saw,
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