Sometimes I wonder what could have been
What would've happened way back then
When me and you were still a we
When me and you were filled with glee
When what I thought was really true
Took off and left me In the blue
Im tired of feeling so down and sad
I'd rather put it all into mad
Rage terror and most of all grief
For I am the victim and she was my thief.
YOU ARE READING
A Poets' Rose
ŞiirPoems for the broken hearted and the hearts of joy. listen well, I'll try not to be hobbledehoy. Some nights will pass without a visitor; some nights will pass when you wish it was her. So listen to these stories of loss and gain and maybe we'll bot...
