Remember when the world was perfect?
We were always happy, and
You swore to be there for me-forever.
That was Then, This is Now.
Well you broke that promise
You were always mad, angry at the world...
But really, you were angry at-me.
What did I do?
Tell me what I did wrong
And how 'us' came to
We used to be.
YOU ARE READING
Messages from a Fallen Angel
شِعرA collection of poetry by...me. All of it's true, what you get out of it may be different...but I guess that's how poetry works.
