My dear Valentine.
What?
I hope your fine.
Why?
We had a good run.
Don't say that.
And you'll always be mine.
Don't let me go?
But I have to deal with the lies.
From who?
Coming from you.
I haven't lied a day in my life.
Yet you deny our togetherness.
I haven't said we weren't.
But you don't say we are.
I'm sorry I'll tell the world.
But it's to late to apologize now.
You don't do this my love.
Yet I have and you just lost the best thing you ever had.
Good luck finding better than this.
But I have. He may not e mine. But I keep in mind that someday,
When has someday ever come for you.
That was my love for you.
Now I'm done with you.
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Teen Years
PoetryThe struggle of a teenager just figuring herself out. It's not a pity story. But a look on how life is impacted on the little things everyday.
