The day you left
I laid in my best friend's arms,
And I wished they were yours.
And as she held me,
And told me things were going to be alright
I cried even harder because I knew deep down;
That they would never be your arms again.
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Love and Other Fuckups
PoetryA collection of poems and drabbles about things such as life, love, and fucking up.