Remember that night you told me how you really felt?
You told me that you didn't even care about how fucked up it was.
You said i was special to you.
You said i made you feel things that you didn't want to be feeling.
How could you tell me all those things and then go back to her?
Maybe to you I was a forbidden fruit that you just had to try
But actually i'm more like a rose whose petals are now willing to die.
~jcw~
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PoetryHi🌹 You should read this It's cool ~DISCLAIMER~ some of my work may not be totally original. But I can tell you that they are not copied from anyone else just basically I get ideas/inspiration from other poets and I put it into my own wording so...
