Did I lie?
Sighing at the many times,
you recount every new rhyme.
Did you ever cry?
Remembering every night,
you did me wrong.
Laying here tonight,
holding on to every false promise
and every tear shed for you.
Was it all a lie?
When we held hands at the town park,
and the many words intertwined to my shattered heart.
Shades of blue that will bring me back to you.
I wish you the best,
knowing I'll always be your biggest mistake.
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The Journal
DiversosLetters from a boy who felt at one point or another alone. Who wrote as a way to find a new voice. These are things he wished he could've said. Things he should've claimed. And now will be saying. These are words that come from a place of hurt and...
