Forgotten
There's love that I can't never have.
It was fine.
You gave it to her
Still, it was fine
I tried to forget
You don't care, I bet
We have nothing to burn
Just my feelings that started to return
I used to be so in love
I used to believe in love stories;
But as I buried my face,
I also buried my belief
YOU ARE READING
Melancholia
PoetryShe write melancholic poems for the person who made her feel blue and black at the same time. As she writes her poems she hoped that he would at least give her a one genuine smile. A smile the she wrote a thousand poems about. The smile that she lov...
