It's that time of the year again,
and the thoughts of you give such a pain.
the memories from the past,
and the bond that just couldn't last.
I'm sitting outside watching the rain fall.
and wondering if I should give a call
but I don't know if I ever cross your mind,
like you cross mine, every single time.
The last call felt like a war crime
and now I'm writing poems that rhyme
and all of them are about you,
and it's making me feel so blue,
cause what I felt for you was so true,
but God damn it you were just... NOT YOU.
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1 am Confessions
PoesiaJust some thoughts and emotions that everyone can relate to, I mean everyone has experienced teenage love. Well.... that's what this is. (It's called 1 am confessions because, I wrote all of these at 1 am and around that time... Well at night when y...
