How am I expected to breathe when you take away my air?
How am I supposed to be happy when the first person I see everyday isn't you?
How am I expected to be your friend when I want to be so much more?
These feelings that I can't shake.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Feelings
PoetrySometimes I just gotta write out my feelings. I sincerely apologize to anyone who reads this. I'm an awful writer.