you once told me you loved my hair long.
you were anything but mean.
you made me feel oh, so peachy keen.
you treated me so well.
but the day i saw you kissing her,
it was worse than going through hell.
i didn't know what to do so i just cried and cried and cried.
"oh how i love you," you lied.
you once told me you loved my hair long, so i cut it all off. goodbye
—a/n—
hi my lovelies!
i know, i broke my promise of an update on both this book and loser hotline. i will try to make it up to y'all.
anyways, i really really love this poem/short story. the message means a lot to me and i'm excited to share it with y'all.
i hope y'all had a lovely day, i love you all!!
madison
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matter
Poetrymat·ter ˈmadər/ noun 1. anything that has mass and occupies a space. an abundance of matter in the form of poetry and short stories lowercase intended
