Never though, it would end up like this.
Out of the bloom you denied me,
I'm nothing like you,
You can't blame this on me,
I'm no longer myself,
Let me thank you for it...
You can never over think, you can never be too sure.
Are you still asking me why?
May I remind you that your knife is still in my back,
Oh please take it out, you may need it later...
Stay away from me,
Wishing I was blind, Then I could ignore your looks...
Stop! Don't look at me that way;
Seeing if you can get inside one more time?
I'm stronger now cheers to that!
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My Dreamcatcher
PoetryMy poetry collection about my dreams, sorrows, and most important my whole life... Warning* All my feelings are trapped inside.