next time you leave
please take me with you
just throw me in your luggage
keep me close to you
i don't care if i am stuck in a box
it will be filled with your smell
take me with you next time you leave
i will be just fine
staying away but close to you
in your bag of broken hearts
YOU ARE READING
lovesick
Poetryeat up my heart honey, feed it to the birds. i don't need it anyway. it hasn't done me any good.
