I'm not happy with him
That's where you're wrong
I'm just human with him
I won't live for long
Eventually I'll drag myself along
Like all I did with all the others
But with you
I still get butterfly flutters
In everything I do
I still think of you
So never think that you're forgotten
I'll try not to act rotten
When the next one rolls around
But just remember
You'll be my last
Never apart of my past
YOU ARE READING
Believe
PoesíaThis is the tale of emotions gone rogue. They stole a depressing '69 Mini Cooper Country Man. Denial is driving. Anger is smoking a cigarette in the passenger seat. Identity is nowhere to be found. The red flags are in the trunk. Okay, not seriously...
