My heart belonged to you, but yours
wasn't mine.
But we can't always get what we want
right?
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The Storm In Her Head
PoesíaIs heartbreak after love that predictable in our generation? Highest ranking in Poetry #45; 3/9/2017
I t w a s n' t m i n e
My heart belonged to you, but yours
wasn't mine.
But we can't always get what we want
right?
