He sits there, his arm around that girl.
I try to stifle my tears at the sight of them together.
So many fake smiles. so many forced laughs.
It's tiresome. all this work for one boy when he's already gone.
I am broken, i am lonesome. I don't feel right when he's gone.
Once again I am falling into the void of grief and sorrow.
This is all true sorry to say my few fans. go read my new book 'why do they call it a crush' of you wanna know why.
YOU ARE READING
My insanity
PoetryThis is my first poetry book. I'll update when I please, and it will be good. I have a very "colorful" vocabulary so don't flip out or anything. this book will express my take on the world and how I feel.
