Hey, hey-
"I remember you."
Your eyes are downcast,
and you fiddle with your fingers.
"I'm sorry,"
is what you say.
And I say:
"It's okay,"
because sometimes,
girls just need to let out their anger.
On poor guys like me.
YOU ARE READING
Out of Sight, Out of Mind.
Poesíaconsists of random pieces of poetry, unfinished one-shots, ideas, and my thoughts that don't make sense (beware; use of lower case letters) Short Story #172 Cover by: @inserene_ [ © billie rose two-thousand-&-thirteen ]
