While you're pretending I'm making progress. No one knows the real you like I do now. No one knows how you really feel. You were broken too. So while you moved on to another beautiful girl. I hope you treat her with respect. I know why you jumped so quick. You want her to heal your hurt. I'll pray for you because in the end of it your only continuing to hurt yourself. I wish nothing but the best for you.
YOU ARE READING
Seen In The Stars Blown By The Wind
PoésieGet lost within your feelings your words might paint an image only you can see
