Sometimes when the phone rings
I hope it'll be you...
But its not.
Sometimes when I hear the door open
I hope it'll be you...
But its not.
Heres the thing about sometimes,
Sooner or later I'm not going
to be thinking about you anymore.
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Pieces of My Heart
PoetryIn middle school, lots of things happened to me. I became accident prone, breaking one thing after another. I also moved and lost my best friends. Some of the people at the new school were nice to me at first. But like most typical schools, they onl...
