Sometimes I worry,
that I've wasted all the love
on the wrong people.
On the boys,
who didn't know how to be men.
On the friends,
who never bothered to stay.
On the family,
who only used that word when it was convenient.
And I can't help but wonder.
If love is a well.
That you can run out of.
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Just Poems
PoetryThis is a collection of poems/random things I've found that helped me a lot through the bad times in life. I did NOT write them myself, most were background for my phone i had lol. I always turned to them when I wanted to express emotions and just y...
