if i had the power
to turn back time
if i wanted to go back
would it be a crime
wanting to tell
my young, stupid being
that our love
was ever slowly fading
we fell in love
oh too young
our hearts
we quickly sung
had we had
enough patience
our feelings
wouldve made sense
now all im left with
is the bitterness
of wanting you
in a life that's endless
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My Poems
Poetrypoetry is my coping mechanism not all of the poems written here are inspired by events that personally happened to me, some of them just suddenly pop into my mind lmao im weird ik
