Should I trust you when you lie to me constantly?
I mean should I?
First a habbit
Second a drug
Third a dream that draws some flags.
She won't know
She's not here
But shes my girl...
But here's this girl no attachments
Just some dirty sins to be made
Fuck it
Let's go
No dont she always knows
She will break
Fall to pieces
Hate herself for letting you Down
Regret loving you but never stop loving you.
She's that kind of girl.
You said you wouldn't but you did. she tried to change you but she couldn't .
So she crys in her pillow at night till she can cry no more and sleep takes ahold.
Shuts off her soul until she wakes and it breaks again forevermore.
YOU ARE READING
My life
PoetryThis is all true It's all about my life Please don't hate tell Me what you think I love poetry But mostly free verse or metered Don't steal
