You said you'd be there like my favorite sweater
You held me hand and said it would get better
But this time your grip was too tight
I couldn't put up a fight
You threw away my favorite sweater
And after that day I knew nothing would get better
YOU ARE READING
Don't forget to water the roses
PoetryPoetry for The weary, for the undecided and "can't hide it" for the somedays and will be's for the love struck and the newbies. These words will flood your mind with inspiration, how to learn to forgive, and love. Not just someone else but yourself.
