I fell easily, for you
Not to mention, I fell hard too
It's all the same
Happened before, t'is again
And so I peacocked myself and worked you with my charms
How could you ever resist someone so likeable?
Soon enough I had your heart
You've never been happier
And so was I
Until of course come this time
I get bored, you see
Of my own romantic fantasy
Perhaps you're not the one
Maybe I'm just ruthless
But I truly am sorry
Well not really, not at all
I just don't love you anymore
YOU ARE READING
WORD PLAY
Poetry"The lonesome hours is when imagination is vast, limitless even". Word Play is a collection of poetry of all kinds made in the most haphazard moments of a gay girl's life. note: for the part about the 2015 movie Carol, see chapter titled "carol" P.S...
