The thought of you used to make me happy, but now it makes me sad. Looking back on our time together, I realize you didn't want me; I was just a game to you, someone you could toss aside. It was almost like a game of tag. I hear the songs we used to say were ours, and the thought of you pops into my mind. I know you're no longer mine, but I still wonder how you're doing. I miss that bright smile you had. I no longer remember that gentle voice that would calm the storm inside. At one point, you were my everything, while I was just your favorite game of tag. -
Leann-2025
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Every rose 🌹 grows differently
Poetryheartbroken depression grief love anxiety. I started writing poetry in 2020 after a rough patch in life so I've decided to share some old and new ones some from my diary I hope you enjoy and feel less alone
