I find that every time I cry
I come to scream, i dont know why
the anger overcomes the pain
and leaves a crimson, velvet stain
I love the ones that I have lost
and lose the ones that I have loved
I can't be bothered to love another
I hope he's just enough
And true, it's true, that love is temporary
love that lasts until just about january
and true, to you, that this is just a phase
it's been proved like that in the past
but nothing gold can stay.
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GTR's Poetry
Randommy poetry swag ~~~ i actually created this poetry book a couple years ago but i want to put it to use again. there are some poems that i won't publish but idk i want to publish some and share what goes on inside my head to the world. enjoy.
