What happens when summer turns to fall but the leaves don't change at all?
Is it safe to say that what we had was washed away and should I wonder why I've stayed when the things that happened between us frayed.
The lives we lived turned to dust and the happiness we had is all broken trust.
Maybe I'll sit a while and wonder why I let you use me and throw me under.
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Poems
PoetryI write stuff sometimes some of them are poems some are kinda like poems or song lyrics that I am working on I figured why not post some of them and just see if anyone wants to read them so that's what I'm doing hope you enjoy!
