i know you never loved me but why was it so hard to say goodbye.
we were barely friends and not true lovers, so tell me why the thought of you still hurts and makes me cry.
now all i can envision are your honey brown eyes in the sun with you telling me you're done.
i know you don't think of me which makes it hurt even more because i haven't seen you in like three years but you never lost a place in my mind.
you with your honey dripping eyes.. i guess you running away was goodbye
YOU ARE READING
a field of flowers
Poesíapoetry made by a depressed teen with an awful love life but like just a shitty life in general lowercase intended these are my opinions and thoughts thru out the whole book so please respect them and i will respect yours (complete but bits and pie...
