When I became yours
I thought you'd gently comb my hair
Thought you'd love me
And treat me with care
The day you chose me
I was certain that was how it would go
I thought we'd be best friends
But nothing I did know
Now my curly hair is a giant mess
There is marker all over my face
Ripped up and tattered my dress
Caked in dirt is the lace
You play me the wrong way
And I don't know why
The type of relationship we have made
It's rotting, rusted, and full of lies
I should have never agreed to this
My heart was supposed to be filled with joy
But now I know you're only using me
Should have never agreed to be your toy
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My Poems!
PoetryI'm an okay poet. Some are sad and others really cheery! My rhymes can be pretty weak, though... but nonetheless, I hope you enjoy!!!
