They still love me just not the same way
I tend to forget what the others would say
'They're not good for you, don't waste your time'
Yet Everyday found myself wishin' they were mine.
I guess it doesn't matter now, don't ask me why.
Tears swell in my eyes, I crumple and cry.
For they are already gone.
They died.
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My Poems
PoetryMy poem app went to hell so I'm posting all my works here from now on. They are a mix of types and a lot are sad.
