The love that you give
makes me feel cold
Your love i'll use
until I grow old
I thought it was fiction
to be treated so pure
Felt as if I was less
now I am more
Who am I truly?
And who are you?
Are we meant to be?
Or are we through?
YOU ARE READING
7-8th grade poems
Poetrypoetry I wrote when I was a lonely kid. A lot of these are cringey, but that's the point.
