My father tells me you're nothing more
than a pice of trash
"You know where he belongs"
So I finally pick myself up
to throw you away
"He doesn't deserve your tears"
But each time I get near
You're somehow now glued to my hand
"He's no man"
Or I just keep missing the can
G.Z Mélancolie
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3 am thoughts.
PoetryA collection of thoughts , poems and quotes from a girl who writes at 3 am
