Sometimes
When I lay down at night,
I look to the sky
While close my eyes,
And I start to cry.
So ask me "why?"
Ask how the love died.
Maybe it's the lies
That severed the ties,
Between you and I.
You left me behind.
Maybe you are "that guy".
You know the kind.
That pretends that he's nice
So you will hold on tight,
Just to start a fight
And play with your mind.
He tells you it's fine,
But in hindsight
It wasn't alright.
So maybe I'll cry,
Until my well runs dry.
Then I'll roll to my side.
And I'll think, with a sigh,
Yeah, maybe he's that guy.
Maybe this is goodbye.
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Dynecia's Book of Poems
شِعرA bunch of poems I wrote in junior high-high school. Bare with me, I'm not an amazing writer, but I don't think I'm horrible either. Hope you guys enjoy!
