Though December may come and go,
my heart is still as cold as snow,
the thought that you'll never know
the real me.
Now i know i am in the bliss
of lonliness.
Though my heart may cry
i am to shy
to come to you
so therefore my mood is always blue.
though you couldn't tell
cuz i hide it all to well
you don't like me
you like her
though she probablly knows
you'll never make it through
she'll break your heart
even though i was there from the start.
YOU ARE READING
Give Me Love
PoetryDisclaimer all Poems in this book of poetry are purely and one hundred percent mine. I do not appreciate any copying of any sort