The Way It Used To Be
As I stand here with the gun to my head I think back to the way it used to be:
You kissed me just because, now you kiss me to make her jealous.
You punched someone who came between us , now you punch me because I how your day was.
You used to trust me, now you track me.
You used to love me and I used to love you, now you own me and I pray to God to save me.
This is the only way out of this Hell I call home.
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My Poetry
ŞiirThese are some of the poems I have written after events I have experienced or dreams I have had or really about anything, Read and tell me what you think please and thank you
