I used to think
Being with you
Was hypnotizing
But now I know
It was only intoxicating.
You were supposed to be
My happy ever after
But instead you were
The Evil Queen
And our love
Was the poison apple.
Writing love poetry
Was never my thing
Until I was
With you
And my heart sang
Beautiful melodies.
I miss you more
Every passing day
And I feel my heart
Completely shatter
When your posts
Show up on my feed.
I still love you, even though you will never love me.
YOU ARE READING
K47 Poetry Book
PoesíaJust.. All of my poems. Put into one place where I can share them without typing them up constantly. Please don't copy any of these, as I worked hard on them. Thank you. Note: If there is a writing where the title has asterisks (*) around it, READ A...
