Being nice to me all the time,
I wished I would've been ready,
But I wasn't ready at all that time,
And I couldn't even try at all.
It became a nightmare over night,
I made a mess of everything,
I broke the vases centuries old,
And threw diamonds you brought.
This was never my intention,
But its true that regret comes later,
Mad woman I was as they said,
I killed your desire to make you live with me.
I am the villainess they talk about,
I am not the one who saves you,
That hurts me to know,
And no amount of trying will change the truth.
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There Was A Feeling
PoetryWhile so many things could've changed, I wanted to decide I'll always be the same. But why is it so difficult? ------- This book is the poetry book with poetries highlighting topics anxiety, depression, self-doubt, heartbreak and many more such fee...
