Don't you realise I miss you?
Do you remember how good of friends we were?
Don't you realise I was wrong?
Do you remember how my face dropped?
Don't you remember how you left me?
Do you realise it was her, not me?
Don't you realise I would have told you?
Do you remember me?
I hope you come back
I need to talk
I hope you know me
I need to know you
I hope you need me
I need closure
Maybe this is why I rant and rave. Maybe this is why I am going so fucking insane. Maybe I need someone to talk to. Maybe I need to let my tears spew. Maybe,
I need you.
This is why I rant and rave
This is why I'm going insane
This is why I need to talk
This is why I need to cry
But I can't
I can't rant nor rave
I can't go insane
I can't talk
I can't cry
I physically can't
Goodbye Stranger,
I miss you my friend.
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The Thoughts and Poems from the Mind of a 14-Year-Old Girl
PoetryI'm just a teen dealing with life One Step After Another. So, enjoy these crappy limericks, verses, and rhymes. I hope they keep you company. One page at a time.
