Drowning my sorrow,
in a tub of choclate icing,
and dried up tears.
I refuse to cry,
so I eat
just so I don't cut
his name in my ankle.
I sit in the chair,
wondering why.
Why her?
Does she know him
like I do?
Does she know him
better than I do?
Why her?
One of my friends,
she spoke to him
and he told her
that he liked me
but didn't know what to do
about us.
But,
if it's to be,
me and him,
then it'll happen.
So I will
drown my sorrow
in choclate icing.
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Poems for Everything (Part#1)
AcakThese poems are by me, I write them from my heart. It took a lot of convincing myself to put these on here for everyone to look at. So go ahead, judge me and comment whatever is on your mind. But let me tell you one thing: One day, you could have a...
