Some days you walk past me
Pretending I'm just a falling leafMy brain kept repeating like a show
Making my sleep not enjoyableThe good times are over
It's time to start a new life
But I just can't move on
I'm so head over heel for you
Even when your goneYou trapped me in your hand
Threw me away like a banana peel
And stepped on me like a canMy sun, when have you become my moon?
My sunshine is turning into a gorgeous midnight soonYou have a whole different mask where you won't show people, and you dare to show me?
Damn, it feels like my heart has been stabbed with thorns,I can neither pull it out or cut it
Why must you pretend that "i" don't exist?
My moon? My sun? My moon?Made by me

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Another person( poetry)
PoetryFirst ever piece. (Sorry but i wrote this as an 11 years old,)-future