They were all my people
They were all the smiles I saw first Thing in the morning
And the texts I got when I didn't feel Good
They were the joy in my heart
They are all the memories I have of The place I call home
But you see the funny thing about People
And the ones you choose to care About
Is they sometimes forget to love you Back
And then you're laying there at 3 am With no one to turn to and you realize
All of the people and all of the smiles And the texts and the joy and the Memories
They've all moved on to something better
Without you
YOU ARE READING
Decrepit
PoetryI've decided to be vulnerable in the only way I know how. So this is my life, read if you'd like.
