One. Two. Five. Ten.
I am counting it over and over again.
Twenty. Fifty. One-hundred and two?
How many times you said you loved me true.
One thousand, six hundred and five.
How many times you stood there and lied.
Four billion, nine thousand, six hundred and ten
How many chances I gave you over again
Eleven zillion, six billion, five million, then some
How many feelings you have torn and undone.
But one, just one, poor little heart you destroyed.
Although it was not whole before,
Now it can never be restored.
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PoetryWell this isn't like any of my others. They all are actual stories but these are just poems that I've written. I'm sorry if they're not any good. Some are sad and some are happy. I don't pay attention to the order I put them in. Can yall please tell...
