Dear Diary,
I hate seeing you now,
I'm sorry if that's harsh.
Or if it hurts.
But to be honest, it can't be much worst
Then what you put me through.
The long nights, laying by the phone
'maybe this time she'll remember'
and we'll get ready the way we used to
blasting songs and stealing clothes
that was love.
now what do i do, it's gone
where did i go wrong
where did WE go wrong
this was supposed to be our song
but now it's just words
blending together it blurs
with the tears i once shed beside you
now miles away so blue
the girl you used to call home
god you make me feel so alone.
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Letters From The Unhealed - POETRY
PoetryLetters to the ones I love, the ones I used to love, and the ones I haven't loved yet. From an unhealed soul. Letters from the Unhealed explores my personal young adult journey through poetry. Ever since the day I turned 18 the world seemed to hav...
