dark and dreary
i've always felt so weary
this so called place they tell me
filled with endless pain and misery,
it's a place i do not want to go back
i hated all the emotions i felt
all because of the fact
that a guy i liked, pushed me to my death,
expected demise
death bound by a lie
i knew my gut was right
i knew by the end, i'd cry,
you're a good liar
but not good enough
keep lying and maybe you'd get better
at hiding things from me,
serial cheater
go back and sleep with her
see if i care
like i used to.
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letters after dark | poetry book 3
Poetrya collection of poems and proses of thoughts that fill up the void after dark. #1 in proses #7 poetry #56 in poem #5 poetrycollection book 3 of the poetic flowers series. other books : • a hurricane of blues • confessions i will never say and other...
