You always told me you had a reason
That everyone had one in life
But that you thought yours had been crushed
Sometime in the past
I would ask you how you knew
You would tell me to go away
I would say I could handle it
But you told me I was too young
So I quit asking sooner or later
But one day I found that you had gave up
You left a little note
It read that you would never want me to feel the same way that you did
But if you cared so much about how I felt
You wouldn't have done what you did and left me
Because I knew how you felt all along
If only you had asked
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Cabinets- Poetry Made by Me
PoetryThis is my very first collection of poems. All of these were brainstormed and made by me, the time and my mood differing for each. So if you'd like to take a little of your time to wander into Cabinets and take a peek, all of my apreciation goes to...
