To not be wanted
Is like being faulted
I am sorry it is me
You no longer wish to see
The language we speak
Is now impentrable
I have gotten weak
To all of your insults
I prefer not to seek
Slap me in the face
Call it a day
Rewind again
Forever a rag doll
In your twisted game
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Things We Wish We Had Said Or Did.
PoetryI take requests and I am getting back into writing books. I'm starting this one cause I love reaching out to others who are dealing with the same problems. Leave a life and continue to read my book
