I could tell you that my mind is organized,
or that I'm happy,
or I could tell you that I'm going somewhere in my life;
but those would be lies,
just like when you used to tell me things
and now I'm laughing at myself because I believed one thing the most, in particular,
you told me you loved me,
what a lie.
-a.f.
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Sad Poems
Poetrymade this because I like sad things. Book one and two are on my profile if you'd like to read them as well + they are shit, k? appreciate you reading, voting, or commenting. «LOWERCASE INTENDED» (a.f. is me, if you're wondering. private message me...
