To my dear
Who must love to see my tears.
For you are the one
Who always brings them near.
I try to be strong
But I guess I'm always wrong.
Am I good enough for you?
I guess we're not the perfect two.
All the thoughts
That run through my mind.
They're probably worth less
then a dime.
But do you care?
In the end,
Who will win?
The one who loved you,
Or the one who drugged you,
With lies and empty promises?
YOU ARE READING
Assorted Poems I wrote...
PoetryJust some poems I write when I feel the need to vent. It's like my own personal journal.